Headache Humor Novels & Stories

If someone sees me, and if that someone is capable of taking a picture even just a single one, once it's out on the internet, the people will label me fake and plastic in an instant. When I finally made it inside my office, I slam the door and rested my back against it. I let out a heavy sigh as I begin to massage my forehead. Whatever I do, it's useless. It's still throbbing; the headache is still so strong. My eyes close while I try help myself by continuing to massage my forehead. I am convinced that I need something menthol. “Good morning.” A man with a deep yet unknowingly weak voice greets me and then clear his throat. Pushing away the weakness that I have sensed.

He brought me something for the headache, but how did he know I was having terrible pain in my head? 'He watched you drink yourself away at the bar. A hangover is the aftermath of drinking too much. Anyone with a cell in their brain knows that.' Trust the voice in my head to make me feel dumber than I already am. This man couldn’t have raped me last night. He’s too caring. I bit my lips and collected the cup to stare at it. It looked like green tea, except it had leaves I didn’t recognise in it. "It’s herbal tea for hangovers. It has been passed down for generations in my family," he explained, seeing the suspicious way I eyed the mug in my hand. "It reduced the headache after a few minutes

"Give me a minute. He fainted from shock. I'll wake him up." I approached the bed. George was pale, and his lips were trembling. All he could make out were vague, indistinct sounds. The doctor came up to me. "Excessive shock. He's down with a mild stroke, but he'll be fine. Just give it a few days." Well, nothing I could do. I said, "Your dad can't even talk. He had a stroke."

Fear clouded my thoughts at the thought. A severe headache gone all of a sudden, what was that? "Emily, what is going on with you?" Larry asked when he saw the look on my face. Befuddled, I stuttered in response showing how messed up my mind was at that moment. "I..i..had headache...and, and cold. Then, it mysteriously went away. I...I'm so confused, right now, I don't understand, it all seem so weird and...spooky." The brothers looked at each other with a frown and they contemplated, could it be that they don't believe me? I also find it unbelievable, because how come?

Elena glanced at Shaun Hayes with some concern and then softly asked, “Mr. Hayes, does your head hurt? How about I give you a massage?” He frowned slightly and said, “It’s nothing. I’m used to it. You don’t need to trouble yourself.” This headache had plagued him for over a decade, constantly like a shadow. He had indeed grown accustomed to it. “How could this be considered trouble?” Elena said, taking the initiative. She stood behind him and gently began to massage his head. Shaun Hayes wanted to refuse, but the comfort he felt was like a drowning man finally breathing fresh air. It was something he couldn’t resist.

As I sat there, a terrifying headache began to throb against my temples, intensifying my already troubled state. While battling my pounding headache, memories of Theda's soothing touch flooded my mind. I remembered how she used to gently massage my head, her fingers working their magic to alleviate my pain. It was as if her touch held a mysterious power that could make my headaches vanish into thin air. Seeking solace in the remembrance of those moments, I found myself longing for her presence once again.

Bob mouthed, taking the carton carrier box and giving the cups to Callahan and two others I did not know yet. I had theories about my head constantly aching ever since I met Callahan. My first theory was that the files of people and the employee handbook I had to memorize could be why my brain wanted to explode. My second theory was that constantly returning to Moira’s office caused this headache. I had my third theory but was afraid to think about it. The mere thought of it made my heart hammer hard, hurting my chest. Last month, I went to the hospital because Momma insisted that I go, but I did not return after the consultation with the doctor. I had done the CT scan he requested but did n

He just had Qin Haodong sit on the iron stool in the room. He took the pen and paper and was ready to interrogate Qin Haodong. However, as soon as he sat down, he frowned and said to the policeman next to him, "Zhang, go and make a mixture with this material. My cervical spondylopathy is acting up again. It's causing me a severe headache every time I lower my head." Qin Haodong said, "Officer, it's not a serious illness. It will be completely cured in a few minutes if I treat you."

Henry POV I open my eyes and I am instantly hit by a horrible headache. Drinking my weight doesn’t feel like a good idea right now, it did the last few days. I have kept myself drunk almost into a comatose state for the past few days. I am not dealing well with this entire thing.

She said emphasising on the whatever you want to do part like she didn't believe that I had a headache. "We aren't doing anything," I mumbled. "Yeah right. I didn't know that a boner is now a sign of a headache in all my years of practising medicine but now I know all thanks to you," her voice came heavy with sarcasm. "Lexi!" "What? Kon, I'm not blind," she chuckled and started to walk away. She hadn't taken many steps when she stopped and then veered to face us. "You guys have fun doing your thing," she mumbled and finally dashed away.