I was awake early this morning. My head insisted on it. It banged on my skull with a hammer on one side and a brick on the other and said, I’m going to your stomach next, if you don’t take some paracetamol.
It wasn’t a migraine, in spite of the nausea, because I was still able to function.
Or, it was a migraine, but Al’s tip worked: take your painkiller of choice and a shower in the face to follow. I tried it; the ache eased. That or, because I screw up my face so tight against the spray, the ache slipped out of my ears. And the Hub says I’ve got nothing between them…
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)