My head does not seem to get along with the summer heat -at all.
Damn head...what is not to love about summer?
This morning, unwilling to heed my head's low warning, I ventured into thegreat outdoors to run some errands. I planned to end the errand run with a nice long walk in the park (since there are no beaches close by). But my head would have none of it...
By late afternoon, the low warning was a blasting fog horn.
So I laid down for a bit, thinking that might help.
NOT...GRRR....
I fell asleep and woke up two hours later...
My head hurts worse...
And the dreams I am remembering...ugh! I am afraid to write about them for fear they will come true.
I am sitting here crying.
Partly because of the dreams but mostly because of the Vick's vapo-rub face mask I have applied.
I think Mrs. Grass may be hiding in my cupboard. I am going to coax her out and team her up with Vick to beat the hurt out of my head.
Results to follow...
