The pains

My headaches have been pressing lately, and have prevented me from my scheduled writing. I am determined to press on today regardless of the pain. I must get things done.
I tried to get outside for fresh air today, in hopes of stirring my head and letting the breeze unravel the knot in my head, but it was of little use. All I felt were the knock of the cobblestones beneath my shoes sending tremors up my spine and into my head, and each seemed to tighten the strings in my head. After a few minutes I gave up, and retired to my bed.
L. said he's sending by Dr. W this afternoon to see how she might help, but we all realize these efforts are in vain. My pains seem to spring from the air and leave as much trace as any breeze. Destruction, certainly, but no ther sign. I resign myself to them.