Whomp Whomp Whomp

That is the noise the world is making now, inside my head, where my heartbeat is drowning out everything. My right eye and right sinus and right eardrum and right molars and right elbow and right wrist are all pulsing along with it, ignoring my efforts to placate them, to jolly them along into a better existence. If I could remove my right side and put it into storage for the next few days I'd be thrilled to do it. Headaches are awful. This one is exacerbated by the damage to my right hand from my finger accident, and it happens a few times a year and knocks me down for a few days. An ice bath might help. Maybe I'll go try that.