A collosal chaos

A collosal chaos

Right now, at this very moment when I start typing in another meaningless bloglet, there are trillion things going on in my mind. I am not very tired, I am not very fresh either. There is still a ounce of the headache that I had yesterday left in me and I wouldn't want that to grow. There are numerous old wise-sayings about headaches but you never think of them when you don't have one. I find it difficult to point to one now - as always. Yesterday's pain was mind-numbing - it started to grow after dinner-time and by midnight I had tried to sleep twice but got up without success. That's another bad thing about me - I just cannot sleep unless everything feels fine with myself. And that seldom happens. I tried watching TV again but had to quit after 5 minutes. I just wished I could call someone and chat for hours - that would atleast help me spend time and hope for a mind-numbing sleep to behold me at the end of it. Thinking of which I suddenly remembered a call I had received a while ago. It had come later than 2 AM in the morning and the caller was complaining of a toothache. I woke up hearing the voice (picking calls and putting them to ear were involuntary actions by then) and had to restrain myself from rebuking the other side for calling me when I was asleep. But the other voice continued - it finally asked me to suggest a pain relief mechanism. I declined saying that I didn't know anything about it. An idea crept upto me then - I could always google it and find a simple solution. But the computer seemed a light year away (even in that darkness I could see its silhoutte a few feet from my bed) and I didn't suggest anything. The caller perhaps reading my mind by then (or perhaps there was an almost-silent "oh" that was picked up) and suggested me to look at the internet. I mumbled saying that I wouldn't want to do it but if it was highly essential, then I will look at it. There was an instant no - I half-wished now that there was a delay that I could have comprehended. I don't remember how the call proceeded from there. Most probably I put down the phone after a couple of "take care"s on either side of a bye. I slept peacefully that day.

Having a headache is like having a thousand bees all around you - their stings full of venom. You know that they hurt and you know that you will wince when they sting. But the most difficult part of the situation is not the pain you get when they sting but the constant droning - the hum of the bees. They go on and on inside your head and you feel that you are never going to see the end of it. The incessant droning is still present albeit mildly - I just wish I knew a cure.