The Doctor Will See You Now

I've had an absolute monster headache since Sunday evening. A mal di testa so powerful that even Alien would have flinched. Honest and true!

I get these periodically and attempt to scale back the major wig outs. You know, the 'mein gott....it could be -da-da-dunnnn...the TUMORS. My head's surely going to explode any minute now!' type of reactions.

Y'all just know how hard it is to get brains out of a Bokhara so this is, like totally, a serious concern.

Still and all, non-schwannoma and meningioma riddled folk get nasty headaches on occasion too so, as a first option, I don't have The Amazing Bob dial up the ambulance.

Nope, I crawl into bed, snuggle under the duvet and wait for Doctor Coco to visit. She's prompt as hell, having a strict schedule to keep and all. After leaping onto my legs she strolls up to my chest, looks around, like Sir Edmund Hillary atop Everest, and then settles down to the business of healing.

Coco begins her holistic ministrations by emitting a tremendous and potent rumbling, tumbling vibration — TAB says she's 'purring.' I really don't know what she does next as this 'purring' business always zaps me clean off to dream land.

Pretty sure she's listed as a Schedule II narcotic. Much like Jen's tribe — Rosie, Thelma and Skitter.