Three months of agony

On his other blog, Mack Reed exorcises the pain that devoured his summer. A sample:

The most horrible, vicious, ice-pick pain of my life rips slowly across my skull, and it won't stop. I start to wonder if the good Dr. Rand was wrong, and it's not external neuromuscular pain, but something brutally, fatally wrong in my brain. I'm doubled over on the floor, I roll over onto my back, and it won't stop, it cranks tighter, a shock how hard it hits.

Unable to control it, unable to surrender to it so it will blow over, I panic for a few seconds. I'm passing through a brick wall, a molecule at a time. But every single atom in my head must collide with every single atom in the wall simultaneously. My brain is an insect in fiery amber, immobilized in pain. I can't even pass out.

And all this time I thought LAVoice.org was his main web home.