When I wake up with a headache (which is often… probably 4-5 out of 7 days in the fall), the only thing that will cure it is exercise. Jumping around like the uncoordinated mess I am, however, sounds terrible when my head is pounding. So, despite knowing exercise is the only cure, I try everything else I can think of first: claritin, hot shower, advil, caffeine, breathing really deeply for several minutes, hot tea, lying in bed with an incredibly hot wet towel on my face, resting in child’s pose for extended periods of time.
I’m pretty sure this whole avoiding the only viable solution for as long as possible is a metaphor for my entire life.
At least I recognize my irrational behavior as irrational?
