The Stolen Olive

July 29, 2005

Dr. Martin Luther King and the Dixie Chicks

I Have A Dream
Not Exactly What You Were Expecting Was It?
My dream is that one day I will find a doctor that will be able to stop my
migraines before they happen, not just give me hardcore medicine (that makes me
nauseous) to take when they do. You would think when I can look at a calendar
four months ahead of time and know when I will have a migraine, then you would
think that these so called "headache doctors" could stop them.
I went to the doctor about a month ago and with my doctor I think I am now on
Plan A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z AA AB AC AD AE AF AG AH
AI AJ AK AL AM AN AO AP AQ AR AS AT AU AV AW AX AY AZ BA BC BD *BE*, which was
to start a new pack of hormones every 21 days and to never take the white pills,
which in theory should stop the other event that coincides with my previously
scheduled migraine. Well, I should have taken my first white pill last night but
instead I started a new pack.
About 10 minutes ago I started seeing these floaty-firefly-looking things in my
vision which only means one thing.
Hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
Come in and wear your welcome out
The way you always do
You never say if you're here to stay
Or only passin' through
So hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
When I don't feel like company
You make yourself at home
Even though you know
I'd rather be alone
Hormones walked out on me
And didn't even close the door
Next thing I know I'm starin'
At your shadow on the floor
So hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
Come in and wear your welcome out
The way you always do
You never say if you're here to stay
or only passin' through
So hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
I wish that I could say it's nice
To see you back again
We're not exactly strangers
But we're not exactly friends
You know you're not invited but
You keep on comin' round
The last thing that I need is you
To kick me when I'm down
So hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
Come in and wear your welcome out
The way you always do
You never say if you're here to stay
or only passin' through
So hello Mr. Migraine
I've been expecting you
I've been expecting you
I've been expecting you
I'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.

Posted by FutureFoodTVStar at July 29, 2005 10:25 AM

Comments

ok that sounds pretty miserable- hope you are wrong and don't get laid up all
weekend with a horrible migrane!! If I wernt in Houston I would totally bring
you a shot of bourbon- according to my Grandpa that would kill anything fixing
to take you down medically. Good luck!

Posted by: BerryGirl at July 31, 2005 02:57 PM

Wow! your poetry nailed the old migraine monster! Is that original? Would you
mind if I used it (with credit given to author) on my blog? Thanks.

Posted by: Somebuddy at August 8, 2005 12:09 PM

Actually, its a song called "Hello Mr. Heartache" by the Dixie Chicks. I just
changed the word "Heartache" to "Migraine."

Posted by: FutureFoodTVStar at August 8, 2005 12:12 PM

Thanks!
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Posted by: Somebuddy at August 8, 2005 03:38 PM