Headache...What a Pain

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When it comes to pain, I have a pretty high threshold.

I mean, you could be in terrible, blood curdling pain and I’d be okay with it.

Would barely get squeamish.

In fact I could probably disregard your pain altogether, once I offered my perfunctory concern and condolences.

Unless you were making a lot of whiny noises, or worse, screaming a whole lot, in which case I might get a little annoyed.

But don’t worry…at that point I would pretty much just leave the room and try to find someone who could actually carry on an intelligent conversation…you know, without all the grunting.

I’m just lucky that way.

However, when it comes to my own pain, I’m not quite the pillar of strength and stoicism you would imagine.

I know…weird, huh?

Which is why I’m laid up at the moment with this nasty headache.

Yeah…I know…it was kind of touch and go for a while.

I could barely drag myself to the keyboard…but I did it for you.

That’s just how I am.

And who would have guessed that there are so many possible causes of headaches…although brain boring beetles are not one of them….I checked.

That was my first guess and fear, so you can imagine I was a little relieved once they were excluded…at least for now.

And when I say relieved, I mean as relieved as you can be while curled up in a fetal position, shuddering in what I can only describe as a real headache.

Especially for Z, who had to drag me out from under the bed.

Okay, sure…maybe she did tweak her back a little in the process and might have a little difficulty standing up for a few days…but that I can deal with.

Besides, Z rarely complains about her own aches and pains…just mine.

She’ll say things like, “If you don’t stop whimpering about that little bitty pain in your head, I’ll fix it so you can’t feel anything up there at all!”

And since she’s a nurse and has seen more than her share of life threatening situations, I always take her at her word concerning things like that.

Besides, I couldn’t really ask her to give up a whole day of work, saving lives and advancing the state of mankind, just to fix my headache...again.

So I only asked if she would adjust my IV before she left, and check to make sure there was enough oxygen in the tank to get me through the day.

Not that she heard me…not over all the doors slamming that followed her on the way out to the car.

But since I’m not one to complain…too much…I figured I could man up…at least until 10.

But, man up or not, this headache of mine is really doing a number on me.

And if I hadn’t passed out I might not have made it even until 9.

But I did, and once I came to I was relieved to find out….

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