I’m writing this while dealing with a splitting headache. No, I’m not sick. I’m just seeing life through watery eyes and a histamine head these days.
Like every other believer in mind-over-matter, I refuse to take aspirin or any medication for this other than mega-doses of vitamins and gallons of water. I refuse to be sick.
And for a long while, that all seemed to be working, as I made it through November–my ritual headcold month–healthy and intact. December came and went, and I was in fine fettle, even getting a bit boastful and bold, sure that I had found the preventative for the common cold. Yay me.
Brassy and confident, I sailed through January, celebrated my birthday without even wearing a hat in zero degree temperatures and walked into February with the certain knowledge that I had dodged the illness bullet.
Ignoring the early morning scratchy throat and the telltale headache over my right eye the day after that stupid groundhog announced a longer winter, I reminded myself repeatedly that I was healthy and the growing pressure in my sinuses was related to the weather.
Now coming off a weekend of snotty sleep, I’m sticking to my story. This headache? It’s thanks to the high pressure system, thank you very much. I’m not sick. I just choose to stay home today because the weather’s so bad. Hand me a tissue, would you?