My husband’s so mean…
“Just rip it out!! Please,” I begged.
“Oh, love, I can’t,” said David.
“Yes, yes, you can! Just take a spoon, or your thumb, or a FREAKING NAIL FILE, and pop out my eye. Scramble it if you have to, but get it out!!! Any of those will hurt less than the invisible railroad spike that is presently stabbing through my eye socket.”
“I can’t do that. But I can get you a cold pack to put on your neck. Did you take your drugs?”
“I took my drugs,” I whimpered, pushing the heel of my hand into the cavity below my right eyebrow, desperately trying to remove the pressure. “I took as many drugs as I can without damaging my liver. They haven’t kicked in yet. Why haven’t they kicked in yet?? Could you just knock me out please? Just coldcock me upside the head and…”
“I’m not going to knock you out,” David, holding my hand under the blankets.
“How about sawing my head off? That’d do it…”
“Nope, not going to happen.”
“WHY NOT?!?“
“Because I like your head. And I like your eye. Sure, you’d rock an eye patch for a while, but talking to one-eyed pirate version of you would get old pretty fast.” He gently squeezed my hand as I quietly sobbed.
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| Trepanation, by Herbert List 1944 |
“How about you drill a hole, just a small hole, in my head and we put in a wee pressure valve thingie?? You know, bring back the ancient art of trepanation,” I suggested in a sultry tone, but I couldn’t be too flirty with this appeal on account of the fact that I couldn’t even open my eyes, because even the light from the night light was too bright, and my seduction really comes from my eyes. And my boobs. I arched my back a bit, hoping that the boobs might do the job on their own.
“No.”
“You know how they have tornado sirens? Maybe they could develop an early-warning system for barometric pressure shifts. Like 20 minutes before it happens, the weather service could send out emergency emails to all those migraine sufferers who want to kill themselves when it shifts from extreme high pressure to extreme low pressure. Then we could all dope ourselves up with our maximum drug dosage, before the pain has us suicidal. Can we start a petition for that?”
“That, I will do for you.”