The Monster in My Head
It’s just another day. I have had tea with a lot of ginger, had a healthy lunch I packed in the morning, stressed over some little detail of my life, made dinner plans. It’s just another day. Except it’s not. I think I drank coffee after too long. Maybe I drank it too fast. Or maybe I didn’t blow-dry properly and walked out in the cold with three and a half molecules of water in my hair. Or maybe I added too much soy sauce in my noodles at lunch. And now there’s a little pulse of pain jumping all over my head. Initially it’s just a distraction, like a bothersome faucet that won’t stop dripping every three seconds. Or a passing firetruck that gets louder and louder and louder and then fades out in the distance like it was never here. Or the weird hammer noise that the radiator sometimes makes. Except that that radiator is my head and there is an actual physical hammer banging on it. Plus that hammer can teleport from one point of my brain to another. Plus it can leave