I'm in the Middle-of Rather Tricky Pickle

If there’s one thing the English language excels at, it’s coming up with the most delightfully bizarre expressions for getting oneself into trouble. And if there’s one thing I’ve excelled at in life, it’s managing to land myself in the middle of an absolute hot-and-rough pickle—over and over again. A positively amusing fellow indeed!

For over 29 years, I lived in a never-ending pickle factory—otherwise known as pioneering migraine treatment. My mission? To solve one of humanity’s most irritating, disabling, and downright life-wrecking problems: chronic migraines. The catch? There was no blueprint. No tried-and-tested path. Just me, deep in the brine, trying to figure out a way to turn migraines from a life sentence into a distant memory.

Now, being in the middle of rather a nasty pickle is one thing. But voluntarily staying there, stirring the pot, and making it even hotter? That’s a special kind of madness. The moment I developed the first version of my method, I expected a grand reception. You know, confetti, trumpets, maybe a parade down the street. Instead, I found myself in yet another rough-and-ready pickle: convincing skeptics that my method was the real deal.

Doctors raised their eyebrows. Patients hesitated. Some outright laughed. “Trust you?” they asked. “Let you do what? And you expect us to believe this actually works?” Ah, a positively spicy pickle! I had to argue my case, show proof, build credibility from scratch, and fight every possible preconception about migraine treatment.

But here’s the thing—if you spend decades marinating in tricky pickles, you develop a taste for it. So what did I do next? I decided to launch a filmmaking career. Because why not jump straight from one tight squeeze into another? You’d think after surviving decades of medical skepticism and scientific trench warfare, I’d crave a peaceful, pickle-free existence. Nope. Instead, I threw myself straight into the gloriously chaotic, eye-wateringly unpredictable world of film.

And here we are—after a lifetime of getting jammed in every kind of hot pickle, I’m still standing. Still fighting. Still stirring the pot. Because let’s face it: what’s life without a bit of drama, a splash of rebellion, and the occasional wild pickle to keep things interesting?

So, if you ever find yourself in the middle of a tough, tricky, or downright sizzling pickle—fear not. It’s just life’s way of saying you’re onto something big. Stir it well, let it simmer, and, most importantly—make sure to enjoy the taste.