A Miserable Morning

This morning I woke up with a bad, bad headache.
I struggled all day yesterday with one, and managed not to take any pain killers.
But as soon as I woke up I knew I would need to take some in order to get on with my day.

It is a miserable morning as the rain trickles down. And it's a miserable morning as I drag myself out of bed, with a head full of lead.

I can't even appreciate the sun pushing its way through the clouds, because this is the kind of headache that favours dark rooms, not sunshine and fluorescent lighting.

And the nausea that accompanies it is making my breakfast repeat on me. I don't want noodles a second time. And then my stomach is struggling with all this action and the upset has given me a stitch.

But it's the anger and frustration that makes this hardest to deal with. What did I do this time? Did I sleep funny? Did I not drink enough water? Did I eat too much fruit?!

I'm intent on making more positive changes to my lifestyle, and I am rewarded with a headache that to me resembles a melon expanding inside my skull.

And I am ashamed to say that it's mornings like this which make life so miserable that I question the point of even bothering.