Take the Hammer Out of My Head
I have various health problems, but the one that drives me insane and that I wish would disappear from the face of the earth is my headaches. Except for the night before last I know what usually triggers them. So, whenever my period shows up, or I'm out in the sun all day, or the thermometer climbs up to Mt. Everest, I know I will have a headache. The problem is the painkiller. When my husband got up yesterday at seven I asked him to please make some coffee. As soon as he left I stumbled downstairs. The light coming in was still grey and it was overcast, but no lights, please. I swallowed an ibuprofen with some hot coffee and I stumbled back upstairs, where I doubled the long pillow behind my back and sat up while the hammer pounded in my head, trying to break my head open from the inside. After an hour, it started to pound a little less hard, and I slithered slightly down into the bedclothes, but remained more or less sitting, and fell into a nap. A half hour later, when my radi...