The COVID Diaries: 18-Hour Headache

Hi Darling Ones,

I cancelled the rest of the week because I feel like a saggy bag of garbage with an 18-hour (and counting) headache that no amount of ibuprofen & acetaminophen can seem to touch. This headache is so awful it sent me to bed at 9:30 last night and woke me about every two hours throughout the night. It’s the kind of headache that makes it feel like the top of your skull is gonna pop off every time you cough.

It is the fucking worst, which is why I had to cancel the rest of the week. I was supposed to have a meeting with a client tomorrow to show her the progress on a big project, but she offered to put everything off until next week so I took her up on it. My original plan was to try to throw something together no matter how gross I felt, because I am a strong, capable, independent woman who can do all the things regardless of the status of the pain in my head. I finally decided that missing a deadline is better than presenting something subpar.

So now I’m here kinda bored, kinda nauseated by my headache (which I am convinced is a tumor), and watching videos of The Ronette’s and pondering what rock & roll would look like now if it weren’t so frequently controlled by violent, misogynistic dirtbags. I also listened to that new Frank Turner song about Scott Hutchinson from Frightened Rabbit. It made me cry and wonder what my musical heart would look like if Hutchinson were still alive and making music.

In other news, I ate a ginger cookie a few minutes ago and I think I might have sort of kind of tasted it? Either that or the memory of my last ginger cookie is so strong it’s haunting my mouth. I really do enjoy ginger cookies.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I have decided I am turning a corner, covid-wise. If Americans can grow bored with a pandemic and decide its over despite all evidence to the contrary, then so can I.

Sorry this one is so boring, the headache has sucked the wit right out of me. I wrote this so people would know I still exist.

Continuously yours,
Jodi

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