A Tale of Headache

My dearest head,
I am writing this letter to you as I've hit the wall with frustration to make you feel better. No, to make you feel normal again. You've been hurting for the past week non-stop. You've given me a whole kaleidoscope of emotions, feelings and sensations (some of which I never thought existed). I could write a song, a poem, a sad comic book with lots of bubbles, explosion and scream signs about this ordeal. You are hurting like hell, like burn, like frozen ball of water, slowly expanding inside my scull. I am amazed at your reserves to show me new ways to hurt. I am even more amazed at your persistence to keep hurting
I've made Nurofen my friend. It became my close buddy. It's in my bag. It's next to my bed. It's on the dining room table. It's everywhere, mocking me with it's pure whiteness, promising relief and not delivering it

I've drank a lot of good water, living water. It's doing all the right things to my body. I know it does. When I don't drink it, I feel like an abandoned flower left outside in the heat of Australian summer

I've done all the right things. I've thought only positive and productive thoughts. Yeah, being a mum of a teenage daughter is not helping. As well as working full-time, running a business, being a good friend and an active community member. However, I've been wishing for being busy all the time. Here I am, busy as a bee, as a 911 phone line, as a freeway at peak hour, etc... I am busy. I am tired and my head hurts. It's still hurting.
Mum asked me to try this

In the olden times they used Burdock for headaches... They knew what they were doing, weren't they. So, I am taking 4 capsules every day. I'll keep you posted. I'll know when you stop hurting, my dearest head. Please, get back to normal. I have so many thoughts to think, so many ideas to formulate, so many plans to fulfil... I need you to be healthy, light and bright...