Well, the feared setback has occurred, though certainly not as expected. My mouth is healing just fine, but the symptom imperative has perhaps created four migraines - including an astounding double aura - in fifteen days.
Needless to say, I am humbled and dismayed. I try to see them as spiritual. Without much luck.
I have assured my inner kid that I am here, surfing emotions, that there is a path we are on that is fulfilling and mysterious, scary and wise.
Still, the auras come. One came during meditation the other morning. Today, it was immediately after meditation, just before I was going to exercise. I am not stressed out! I am not depressed or particularly anxious. (Well, the other night my husband was late coming home and he's never late. I immediately feared he was dead in a car accident, which is very very very old thinking. So we joked, I'm not depressed any more BUT I had a brief anxious psychosis. Heavy sigh.)
I made the mistake of Googling frequent migraines, as I haven't been a frequent sufferer throughout 45 years of having them periodically. Apparently, I fall into a risk factor of TWICE AS LIKELY TO HAVE AN MYOCARDIAL INFACTION/Broken Hearted Event at the moment. I am promising to stay off the internet when it comes to all things medical, just for today.
I am waiting to have a stress test and echo, after having a concerning EKG a few months ago at my general physical. The cardiologist told me not to be too worried, that my heart was just kind of a CURVED HEART (am I yelling?) - more curved than it was eight years ago, last time I was checked. People in my family tend to die from sudden heart events, so this is something to follow through on, for sure, but fear is only going to give me more to stress about.
I have shown up for my morning regardless. I attended a meeting, I worked at my desk. I engaged with other people in a warm manner, not sharing about the migraine. It's just too much information. But here? Here I can lay it bare rather than carry it in my body.
It's only 1:30 in the afternoon but I have done a lot since I got up. I am going to take a book and my iPad into the dog's sun-filled room (if the bright light doesn't amp up the pain) and read with them and watch another season of HBO's "Girls" which is wonderfully mindless and, thus, restful. The book is about the Psychoanalysis of the Unthought Known which is currently my favorite term of art. I knew it long before I heard the words and the words capture an experience I have been trying to articulate most of my life.
Maybe once I find my words, my body will say "uncle" and let me relax some more.
Thanks for listening, you guys.