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Thank you, Beyer, for helping to ease the pain
Phoebe knew plenty about physical misery because of the severe headaches that she'd dismissed as nothing back in her twenties but that she realized were migraines when they became regular and frequent in her thirties.
She was lucky enough to be able to sleep when she got one, but the moment she opened her eyes, the moment she was conscious there it was - the incredible ache on one side of her head, the pressure in her face and her jaw, and back of her eye socket a foot on her eyeball crushing it.
The migraines started with spirals of light, bright spots moving in a swirl in front of her eyes even whan she closed them, and then progressed to disorientation, dissiness, pain, nausea and vomiting.
"It's nothing like being in this world", she told him afterward. "There's nothing in my body but the pressure in my head". [...] For the twenty-four or forty-eight hours that the migraine lasted, she could not stand another presence in the darkened room, anymore than she could bear the thinnest sliver of light filtering in frm beneath the draawn shades. And no drugs helped. None of them worked for her. Once the migraine started, there was no stopping it."
She was lucky enough to be able to sleep when she got one, but the moment she opened her eyes, the moment she was conscious there it was - the incredible ache on one side of her head, the pressure in her face and her jaw, and back of her eye socket a foot on her eyeball crushing it.
The migraines started with spirals of light, bright spots moving in a swirl in front of her eyes even whan she closed them, and then progressed to disorientation, dissiness, pain, nausea and vomiting.
"It's nothing like being in this world", she told him afterward. "There's nothing in my body but the pressure in my head". [...] For the twenty-four or forty-eight hours that the migraine lasted, she could not stand another presence in the darkened room, anymore than she could bear the thinnest sliver of light filtering in frm beneath the draawn shades. And no drugs helped. None of them worked for her. Once the migraine started, there was no stopping it."
in Everyman
by Phillip Roth
Etiquetas:
livros,
migraines,
pain,
Phillip Roth
segunda-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2010
Luckyly, I only wear sneakers
Estas botas foram feitas para andar
E é só para isso que elas servem
Um destes dias, estas botas...
E é só para isso que elas servem
Um destes dias, estas botas...
sábado, 16 de janeiro de 2010
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quarta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2010
terça-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2010
Do Contra
Tudo começou com isto em loop na minha cabeça for about a month at about an year ago:
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
domingo, 10 de janeiro de 2010
http://listau-aaul.pt.vu
Dias 14 e 15 há eleições para a Associação Académica da Universidade de Lisboa.
O exercício do direito (na minha perspectiva pessoal, dever) de voto dos estudantes é fundamental para conferir uma legitimade consolidada à futura direcção no desempenho das suas atribuições, sendo elas da maior relevância e estando em causa interesses que são os de todos nós - alunos - e, directa ou indirectamente, da Universidade no seu todo.
sábado, 9 de janeiro de 2010
Moonlight Mile
O Filme: Hoffman and Sarandon are dazzling. I hate Grey. Jake's annoying.
A música: Extremamente agradável, lembra MGMT (seguindo um critério cronológico subjectivo).
sexta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2010
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