My head.. splits.
My head is splitting.. splitting apart. I already took painkillers. Advil. But it's no use. Still drilling..slowly..steadily..into my temples. Thumping..grinding into my skull. She yelled at me. I snapped and said, "oh God, please.." She turned away, annoyed. I looked to the windows.. muttered a little something, perturbed. I moaned, placed my hand on my forehead and squeezed..
She demanded, "lie on your bed." I did so. She worked her fingers on my scalp.. I laughed and squealed as more force was applied to the motion of her fingers. Gradually.. she rubbed my agony away.
"Thanks, mom."
I just had a terrible headache.. my mom said it's caused by the many nights of sleeping-with-my-hair-wet. -Shrugs- My mom gave me a massage.. ALL around my head. I felt a lot better.. even though the process of it hurt a lot. She said she wishes that someone would do that for her. I would. Maybe this weekend. :P My mom's been cranky these days.. or it just might be that I'm just a little more easily annoyed these days.. It's more likely that it's the second possibility. She's a great mom. I just feel ashamed that I'd act appreciative only after she's done something for me.. not that she hasn't all her life. I'm guilty of acting like an ingrate whenever her care for me isn't distinguished. I guess this headache.. is really an engravement of that.. that I should treat my mom with a lot more respect.. even when we unnerve each other.
It takes more than just painkillers to cure a headache.