I woke up last night, about an hour after I fell asleep, and realized I had a small, yet nagging headache.
I toyed with the idea for a moment, of going to the kitchen and getting myself a glass of water and taking some Tylenol to fight off that stupid little, almost non-existant headache.
But that would have involved going up and down the stairs, turning on lights, fumbling with the faucet, and I convinced myself that none of that was necessary, because it was a long time before sunrise and just a little rest was all that was needed to remove said tiny throbbing from my brain.
I was wrong. When I woke up this morning that first blast of sunrise shot through my head like a bullet when I opened my eyes and then quickly shut them again.
“Ow” was the only thought I had, before I began mentally chastising myself for being lazy and not scaling those stairs to take the pain reliever that I so badly needed to have a happy morning.
So here I sit, head pounding like some idiot is using a jack hammer to split my skill in two, a cup of tea in hand, Tylenol in my gullet, waiting for the effects of that acetaminophen to kick in.