A few years ago, my car developed an annoying symptom. The steering wheel woogled back and forth while I was driving. It wasn’t enough of a woogle to make it unsafe or uncontrollable or anything, but it was annoying.
I asked the service guys at the dealership if they could fix the woogle. The service dude told me that before I paid them to look at it, I should take it back to the tire place, because the tires were almost certainly the problem. They weren’t aligned properly, or they were wearing unevenly, or something.
So I took it to the tire place, where the tire guys aligned and straightened and generally futzed with the tires. When they were done, the steering wheel still woogled. “It’s not the tires,” the tire guy told me, “it’s the car. Get the dealership to fix it.”
I went back to the dealership and had the service guys look at it. Not surprisingly, they concluded that there was nothing wrong with the car. “It’s the tires.”
Also a few years ago, a client and I were unable to connect with each other via our professional email addresses. They just wouldn’t cooperate. I didn’t get her emails or she didn’t get mine. I can’t remember which way it went, but they wouldn’t play nice. I contacted my service provider and was told, in no uncertain terms, that her service provider was the problem. Not surprisingly, her service provider told her, in no uncertain terms, that my service provider was the problem. We ended up working with facebook messages and Hotmail addresses.
I have these headaches. Most days. I am experiencing a lot of stress and anxiety. Every day. The spiraling stress/anxiety dialogue that happens in my brain intensifies my headaches.
So I have a plan.
I’m going to see a therapist and a medical doctor. When I describe my headaches, the therapist is going to tell me to see a doctor. The doctor is going to tell me to see a therapist. I know how this works, see?
A few months ago, I replaced the tires on my woogly vehicle. The woogling immediately, miraculously stopped, because it was the tires, of course. If I can just figure out how to replace the unevenly worn-out tires in my brain, my headaches will stop too.