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How to start.

I'm so out of practice with writing, it seems, that it takes a good five minutes of contemplation to figure out how to put my thoughts in order. I think I'll start from the middle, if you don't mind. The end will come along soon enough, and if we find a beginning, so much the better--but I'm not going to worry about it.

Being up at 11 pm is pretty terrible, for me. Especially during test week. Today wasn't bad at all, really--I actually finished a 117 question test in about an hour and a half, so my first of the triad was over pretty quickly. However, the headache it left me with is sort of like herpes in that it is the gift that keeps on giving. (Actually, that was a terrible example, especially since I have a housemate whose worst fear in life, after contracting AIDs, is picking up The Herp by accident. I share her disinclination towards it, but the phrase popped into my head and...my fingers kept moving).

Back to the headache, which is why I'm typing in my bed instead of sleeping in it. I don't know why these things happen--one minute I'm answering question after question, starting to relax because I'm guessing well (and no matter what they may say, med school success is based on your ability to guess), and the next...well. Next, I suddenly realize that I feel like I've got my head trapped in a vise.

A two hour nap didn't help. Dinner didn't help, and opting for two (not one, but two) caffeine packed Excedrin, four hours ago, has left me with a raging headache and a lack of ability to go to sleep.

Incidentally, I overhead someone the other day philosophizing on the reasons why people claim to have headaches. I suppose it might be hard to empathize, if you've never had one in your life, but it was an eye-rolling moment to hear him claim that migraines are fallacies created by weak-minded people with low pain tolerance. I dunno, buddy--let's take a drill to your teeth and a hammer to your temples and see how you react, eh?

I suppose the end of this is that I don't know what to do. It's past miserable, by this point. I've tried distractions, like talking to Ryan--I've tried reading, but I can't see straight--watching TV, but it hurts worse--and sleep eludes me. And studying is impossible.

Perhaps I'm building empathy for people with chronic pain, because I can't imagine if this were an everyday thing. They try and teach us how to do that, here--how to understand people by putting yourself in their shoes. I don't think you can, really, unless you've experienced something similar. It's not something you can fake or simulate, and I don't think you should. But with pain, at least, I shouldn't have a problem.

The distraction isn't working. I'm going to try sleeping again...I'm so tired. I don't understand why these happen, but nothing is helping...-sighs-

Goodnight, all.

It's sort of fun being back, circumstances aside.