Ache.
I’ve been nursing bouts of migrane for almost a week now. It’s affecting the front of my forehead — I feel like I’m in a permanent frown — and somewhat like a certain famous fictional character with a lightning bolt on his forehead. Maybe I’m feeling the rage of the JI escapee!
This morning, it got so bad that I thought the veins in my head were going to rupture and I’d die. I’m not exaggerating! I actually teared in pain. It was THAT bad. I managed to pop some muscle relaxants (apparently for headaches too), prayed like mad, and slept.
And when I did wake up, I felt so thankful that I was alive.
I can’t diagnose this. I’ve never had migrane much, nor anything like this before. Sinus? I can breathe with ease leh. Mom took the opportunity to tell me to ‘change my lifestyle’ and tried to brainwash me into joining her in her morning exercise with her fellow B.W. (auntie-killer ex-972 deejay) fans.
NO WAY, HOSAY.
