At times like these, I like to embrace the comfort of comedy. Simple phrases like "My brain hurts!" can add levity to my day and give me a small break from the monster ache in my head.
I had a co-worker once that would always laugh when I said that my brain hurt. He said: "That's impossible. There are no nerve endings in your brain. It can feel pain."
That pissed me off and he knew it. Come on... it's classic Monty Python for Pete's sake.
I've tried everything today:
- Lots of water
- Herbal teas
- That so called pressure point (between your thumb and index finger)
- Cold compress
- Parsley
- Resting my eyes
- Closing my ears
- Getting fresh air
- Airing my grievences
- Threatening my brain
- Writing with my left hand
- Misdirection
- Bounce laundry fabric
- Intergalactic meditation
A better description of my Irritated Medulla Oblongata would be that scene in Dead Snow. One of the guys was being pulled out of a window by a group of undeads. His head didn't quite fit through the opening. After a vigorous volley of pulling and twisting, guess what popped out and schplopped on the floor? You guessed it.
Makes my brain hurt even more thinking about it.