Headache Humor Novels & Stories

"Dad, I know you don't want to undergo the surgery. But you shouldn't believe what this young man said! What if he's a scammer? You may miss the optimal treatment time." The old man ignored his son and smiled as he stretched his arm toward Chad. "Young man, please check my pulse to see if there's a tumor in my brain. What's causing this headache?" Chad was heartbroken when he saw the old man holding his head in one of his hands. Chad approached the old man and inserted a needle in his head. "Indeed, you have conjunctivitis. Initially, the headache was caused by the cold wind." The old man felt a pinch on the top of his head, and then the pain on one side of his head went away.

But the fact that it was not easy being a stepmother did not correlate with whether or not she was a good person. Javier looked at Audrey, who was resting her elbows on the desk and rubbing her forehead with her fair hands. He got up and went behind her. Javier put his hand on her forehead and began gently massaging her without giving her a chance to say no. "There are many reasons for headaches. Not just mentally but also physically. Mentally, you’re having a headache because of Jordan, and his behavior is making you upset, so it’s normal to get a headache. "Physically, you haven't done the deed for many years. It’s all pent up in your body and can’t be released. It’s causing bad circulatio

AVA I woke up this morning with a malicious headache. You know the type that makes you feel as though you've been hit on the head and when you try to move your head, the pain is transferred to the other side of your head, making you shut your eyes and hold your head. Slowly, I searched for the aspirin in the first aid kit that I keep in one of the cupboards in the kitchen. After I had taken the medicine, I began making breakfast. I decided on eggs for Melissa and pancakes for Helena and I.

Terrence That morning I woke up with an immeasurable headache, and then I remembered having drunk my shit last night. I was so frustrated yesterday that I ended up fighting with Ava, and then I went to a bar to drink to see if I could forget about my damn problems, and now I was having this annoying headache as a consequence. “What a pain, holy shit,” I muttered to myself, rolling over on the bed with my hand still on my forehead, but I froze instantly as I heard a feminine giggle next to me.

“Doctor, may I ask something?” “Go ahead, Mrs. Sullivan.” The doctor smiled kindly as they both decided to stop at the edge of the staircase. “What actually happens when someone frequently experiences headaches?” The doctor seemed to be weighing her words. Svanna understood that there was a serious issue to be understood. She herself was unsure when the education she had received in the past... should have led her to a conclusion. "What kind of headache reaction do you mean, Mrs. Sullivan? Does it happen periodically?" "I think so. Nightroe had a helicopter accident because of a headache. Before he left, he also experienced the same thing. There are common painkillers used to suppress the re

he mumbled. I chuckled, “Well that explains my headache, that’s literally on the border of migraine territory.” He looked confused. “Caffeine withdrawal,” I explained. He nodded, “Oh.” I stood up and gestured for him to follow. “Come on!” I grumbled. “I want some coffee!”

"You should lay down for a bit. Rest. I think it's because of the stress of what's been happening around here." "What is 'it'? How did I get here?" "I believe you swooned," I said, trying to keep the air less worry-like and incredibly humor induced. "I did not swoon, Arthur." She chuckled, still holding tight onto her temple to control, what I believe to be, a ranging headache. After all, she did fall on her head. "If I had swooned I would know where I am. Or at least wouldn't hold myself back from laughing at your pretty lame jokes. No offense." She said and it was my turn to laugh. My joke was horrible, everyone knew I had a terrible sense of humor.

Her delicate features are marred with concern. "I'm fine, Pipes. It's just a headache." Her eyebrows rise at my dismissal of her worry. "It could be a tumor." I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. "Well, this isn't Kindergarten Cop, and I'm not Arnold Schwarzenegger. It's just a headache. Probably from all the stress of moving and now having two mortgage payments to deal with."

However, the pain persisted, a constant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. James glanced at me through the mirror, his concern evident in his voice. "Is there anything I can do, sir? Perhaps get you some water or find a quiet place to rest?" I appreciated his concern, but I knew that the only way to ease this headache was to address the underlying issue. "Thank you, James, but I don't think water or rest will help right now. This headache is a result of the setback we faced in the meeting. It's a reminder that we can't afford to rest on our laurels."

I closed my eyes and took it in, wishing my head didn't hurt so bad so I could fully enjoy it. He brushed a thumb over my hairline, "Headache?" "Yes," I grumbled. "I'll see if Deck's up and get him to run to a convenience store and pick up your hangover cure and some breakfast biscuits. Sausage and egg?" "um, hmm. Thank you." I whispered. My head felt like it would explode if I spoke louder than a whisper. He chuckled low, "Still a lightweight." "Still annoying." I shot back low. He snickered under his breath, "Still a cuddler."