I’ve been laid up in bed for three days with a headache. Not just a normal headache but an 8.5 on a scale of 1-10 headache. They’re not migraines, sinus or cluster headaches. They’re the type of headaches doctors hate because they can’t categorize and treat. My current doctor (neurologist) has been content to treat it with muscle relaxants that don’t work. It was a preventative measure but when they accelerate through the roof, I can safely say, they don’t work. But today I felt good enough to shower and get out of the house. I’ve been wanting to get my watch fixed and this seemed a perfect non-exhausting chore to get done. It was my dad’s watch. I took it off his arm the morning he died and placed it in the hospital bag where his clothes still lay to this day. It’s been 13 years this month that I let him go to the spirits. I pulled his watch out several years ago and just had it on top of my dresser. I’m not sure why, it wasn’t like a trophy but maybe just a l