I've always been a tough girl.
By that, I mean that I was raised by a mother who took us to the doctor for any slight illness, who encouraged trips to the hospital for things that would get shrugged off after spending more than 6 hours in the waiting room. The scales were evened though. See, I was also raised by a father who would say, 'if it ain't bleeding, you ain't hurt.' He was the kind of guy who would step on a nail, have it poke through the skin, rip it out, slap some neosporin on it and walk away without even showing the slightest limp.
Two extremes. I chose my Dad's way of thinking.
But, for the past 5 days now, I've had a headache. Not horrific, but annoying. Annoying enough to consider taking some aspirin for, but not painful enough to bother. Instead, I've been napping, thinking that will help.
Does it?
Not really. Instead, it keeps me up late, and since I have no internet connection at home, I've been wasting time by playing endless games of computer Yahtzee.
But yesterday, along with the headache, I developed a pain in my right eye. Almost as if someone had punched me there. It started throbbing, and I ended up going to bed, being able to feel even the slightest movement of my eyeball.
I woke up this morning and everything seemed all right. Until about ten minutes ago when the pain in my eye came back with a vengance, and a persistent pain in the back of my head is making me feel nauseated.
And the battle begins: I'm probably going to end up battling myself, questioning whether I should go to the doctor to have it checked out, or just suffer in silence, steadfastly trying to ignore it all.
Tough girl... yeah, right.