but here comes the Great Pumpkin.
My patch was sincere!
I suffered through 21 migraines this summer, several of which lasted for days at a time. These vicious headaches were often accompanied by nausea, vomiting, exhaustion, blurry vision or blindness, dizziness, muscle fatigue or fever, or a combination of all of these symptoms.
Each hot June, July and August day left me filled with pain — or filled with dread that the pain would return. It was a miserable way to live and there were moments when I just didn’t want to bother anymore.
Then Autumn arrived and the temperatures dropped and the weight of misery lifted from my shoulders. Four weeks passed without a single migraine. Four whole weeks. It was fucking awesome.
Although a migraine attached itself to my brain last night, I know this moment of suffering will be short-lived. And I am so unbelievably grateful that the next few months will be relatively pain-free.
* Darkness gets a bad rap. It’s the light that blinds you.
* After a lifetime of study and experimentation, I am definitely an atheist. But if I had to choose one religion, I’d probably opt for paganism.
* I’d be far more interested in politics if the people who run for office were more principled.
* I just don’t like white chocolate.
* If I was a billionaire, I’d gladly sign the giving pledge.
–Photo by Julie Elliott-Abshire. Used with permission.

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Whenever I chop peppers for a meal, particularly spicy peppers, I make an effort to avoid touching my eyes. This avoidance stems from two occasions when I wasn’t as careful — and you can imagine the end result.
For a while I wore food-safe gloves, but then I ran out, and well, I haven’t gotten around to picking up another box. I’ve also utilized the plastic bag method, which effectively keeps the capsaicin off my skin but makes the food prep a bit more difficult.
So I’m back to bare-handing it, only now I’m much more cautious about what I touch afterwards, at least until I’ve had the opportunity to properly wash my hands. And yet, whenever the chopping is underway, my left eye starts to behave irrationally. It is always in that moment, during the dismemberment of the jalapeño for a chili or soup that my eye starts to itch, as if begging to be rubbed.
The reason for this itch eludes me, but I’m beginning to think my left eye is masochistic.