I’m having one of those headaches where meds aren’t making a dent and removing my head feels like a solution and I’m almost (almost) looking forward to the moment when it turns my stomach and makes me puke so I can start feeling moderately better.
In other news, I am so tired of listening to my own physical complaints, I can’t even stand it.
So onward and upward. What do you say?
Right to the top, as the Beatles used to say before they were the Beatles.
Seriously, find yourself a cool, dark room, a nice cool rag for your forehead and some soothing music.
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Cool dark room. Check.
Cool compress. Check.
Music? No thanks, I need silence. Even the white noise of the fan hurts.
PS: A little ibuprofen PM, some vaporub on the forehead, and 7 hours of sleep later… my head is feeling MUCH better, thanks.
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