(Ann Arbor, Michigan) Burning a red flame through my head
My Fall Break is not what it is supposed to be. Seeing as this the only time I would get to relax before the course load took its effect again, I actually planned to travel around and explore in this few days.
But the change of the season is not kind to me. On the first day of Fall Break, I suffered from severe migraine and laid in my bed for few hours without getting up. If that is not bad enough, my bones started to ache with every movement. My spine felt like it aged several decades or so.
So, I’m practically grounded in my room throughout the day. I drank a whole can of Coke hoping that the caffeine in it can act as pain killer, since I don’t drink coffee. Not sure if it helps but my bones are not aching that much for the time being. Feeling that my condition will alleviate on the next, it pains (literally) me to discover that I’m not feeling any much better. So, I decided to put myself in a little bit of physical exercise to boost my healing but high impact movements like punching and kicking added to the intensity of my migraine.
One might wonder why I did not just rely of modern medication to aide in the recovery. Truthfully, I wasn’t much of a pill person. I rejected consuming pills everytime I gotten ill or so. I believed I haven’t touched Panadol in a long long time, over a time period of a few years at least, each time reverting back to the age old tradition of Vitamin C and sleep. But as I rolled about on my bed, wondering how did my weekend dissapeared just like that, I glean hungrily at the bottle of unopened Panadol in case of emergency and at the same time, figuring how can I finish my work on economics and politics in time.
Oh, another burst of migraine just occured and I…have the pill in my hand.