I have a headache. I don’t get them often, but when I do, they’re doozies. Started yesterday afternoon, pounded all through the day. It woke me up in the middle of the night to take acetaminophen at 2 a.m. and lie in bed listening to Bill Evans, jazz pianist (a recording; I do not know Bill Evans, jazz pianist, and also he has been dead for 30+ years).
On the bright side, I’ve just discovered I know how to spell acetaminophen. That’s talent.
I wish I had clever headache strategies. To be honest, the strategies are take painkillers, try to stay in dark rooms, avoid loud noise. Drink lots of water, but that’s more just general good advice.
I’d love nothing more than to go back to bed, pull the covers over my head, and listen to the smooth jazz piano of Bill Evans, but there’s work to be done at work, and it won’t do itself. I wish I worked as a jazz pianist, but I do other stuff, and it’s already piling up due to some other things that went on this week.
I guess the one strategy was abdicating hard exercise in favour of stretching, which is something I hate doing and I am very, very bad at (I can’t touch my knees, let alone my feet) despite being in okay shape. But one of the headache theories is that this is a stress headache, so I thought stretching might help my exercise for the day.
New working theory is that this is a sinus thing; I’ve had a cold all week, and I certainly feel this pressure in my sinuses. Not much to be done about that except fluids and patience.
For now, I have a headache. This doesn’t affect my three-legged stool; the trifecta remains solid and I’m maintaining that hard focus on food. But it’s a lousy day. Bah.