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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I had my first 'exploding headache' yesternight. Unknown reason. I can finally empathize with people that says 'My head feels like it s going to explode!' How does it feel like exactly? well...
first you get this contraction on the circumference of your cranium at the forehead level. consistent and overwhelming inward pressure is exerted until you are about to collapse, then it suddenly clears up. You open your eyes thinking 'good, it's gone'.. until it hits with the full force once again. Repeat this process 189727784324 times.
you pop painkillers, half hoping the ordeal will just vanish immediately. banging your head on the wall just seems like a much better preposition at this moment. thinking that lying down may help the cause, you gingerly lower your head on the fluffy pillow that exudes comfort and rest. Wrong move. Blood and stuff roar into the ever-shrinking compartment of your head known as the brain, counteracting the inward pressure with a greater outward push on the skull. At this point of time, a mental picture of Hiroshima and Nagasaki appears magically. Boom.
Motionless for the next half an hour, without twitching or moving a single muscle, the defeaning cacophony quiets down to a regular throb, akin to the protagonist in the animation "Stressed Eric". you experiment with self hypnosis, attempting to separate the pain from the brain. Not so easy PAIN said. and renews its fury once more. You raise the white flag, and reaches for the bottle of painkillers in defeat...
and that was the whole story in full. Fictional, may i add. Meaning i made it up. Believe it or not, it's up to you. for even the most convincing lie starts with a hint of truth.
"i pray thee, kneeled by the candlelight and hands clasped, worries no more"
~9:12 AM
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I had my first 'exploding headache' yesternight. Unknown reason. I can finally empathize with people that says 'My head feels like it s going to explode!' How does it feel like exactly? well...
first you get this contraction on the circumference of your cranium at the forehead level. consistent and overwhelming inward pressure is exerted until you are about to collapse, then it suddenly clears up. You open your eyes thinking 'good, it's gone'.. until it hits with the full force once again. Repeat this process 189727784324 times.
you pop painkillers, half hoping the ordeal will just vanish immediately. banging your head on the wall just seems like a much better preposition at this moment. thinking that lying down may help the cause, you gingerly lower your head on the fluffy pillow that exudes comfort and rest. Wrong move. Blood and stuff roar into the ever-shrinking compartment of your head known as the brain, counteracting the inward pressure with a greater outward push on the skull. At this point of time, a mental picture of Hiroshima and Nagasaki appears magically. Boom.
Motionless for the next half an hour, without twitching or moving a single muscle, the defeaning cacophony quiets down to a regular throb, akin to the protagonist in the animation "Stressed Eric". you experiment with self hypnosis, attempting to separate the pain from the brain. Not so easy PAIN said. and renews its fury once more. You raise the white flag, and reaches for the bottle of painkillers in defeat...
and that was the whole story in full. Fictional, may i add. Meaning i made it up. Believe it or not, it's up to you. for even the most convincing lie starts with a hint of truth.
"i pray thee, kneeled by the candlelight and hands clasped, worries no more"
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