Meaning in the Mundane {19}: Headache days.

These are the days I want to skip writing altogether because stringing words together is too difficult. These are the days when I first slide into consciousness with a pinpoint-marble-sized pain in between my eyes, and I know that any movement is going to expand it — although the direction, duration, and eventual spread of the pain will be a mystery until I do.

On some days, a series of neck rolls and chugging water takes care of it.

I love those days.

Today was not those days.

And so I’m going to curl into a ball, eat my three oreos (frozen, of course), chug some seltzer, and watch Airplane while the meds kick in.

But I wrote, dammit, and that’s what counts.