Headache Humor Novels & Stories

I replied in a surprised tone. This was really great. “It is. Now, you don’t have to stay cautious all the time about your headaches,” he teased, and I knitted my brows again. “In today’s modern life, headache, insomnia, anxiety….. they have become a part of our lives. So, if you have a headache again in the near future, you can take that as a normal consequence of all the stress present in your life, not because you have swelling in your brain.” He explained with the same teasing smile.

I felt like I had once again shown Atlas my most embarrassing side. Atlas pressed the button, and a doctor came to the ward. I looked at the doctor and asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with me?" "Miss, have you experienced this condition before?" The doctor's gaze was gentle, and his tone was soothing. "No, never. It’s been happening recently but was never this severe," I explained my recent headaches to the doctor. Then, he exchanged glances with Atlas. I sensed that there might be an underlying implication in their looks. I asked, "What's wrong? Is there something in my head—"

He paused briefly, glancing at his son with unease but trying to talk calmly. "The meeting scheduled for this morning has been postponed due to the absence of one of the board's most important members. Are you aware of that?" He was still trying to be patient. "I understand, Dad. I woke up with a headache." "Headache?" "Yes, it's a real headache." "What could be causing your real headache?" "I'm not sure. Migraine, I believe." "Migraine? Is that all? How about spending the night with low-class women?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Dad!" His tone of voice abruptly altered.

His grin grew, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his straight teeth. “You’re welcome.” His deep voice held a timbre she felt in her middle. Yep, frustratingly handsome. The beginnings of a headache pounded over her temple, and she rubbed the spot to dispel the ache. “How are you feeling? Headache?” he asked. Camille had hoped the headaches would’ve eased up by now, but they had decided to keep their steady course. “It’s nothing. Just a headache. I get them sometimes.” The neurologist had said they were nothing to be concerned about. That didn’t mean they weren’t a pain in her behind.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Were you trying to say something?” The golden hour sunlight glowing through his hair, He’s almost charming as he blinks at me, trying to make sense of my words. “I was just asking you to stop shouting, I have a bit of a headache,” I explain. Placing a hand on my temple, he says a few words, and I find my head feeling lighter, the pain receding. Looks like his “hangover helper” spell has more than one use. “That should keep the pain away for a couple of hours, but you should still take it easy. How did you get a concussion?”

I really did not think your primitive way of getting rid of headache would work" I added "Oh so now you are making fun of me?" Nick said, wearing a serious look on his face. Me? "Who am I to make fun of the gods"? I said. We both laughed and our moods were lightened. "But really, you'll have to learn how to start taking medication because, if you have a headache, I won't go through the long process of giving you a head massage and plus my touch is not as soft as yours," I gave him an ear full.

the doctor instructed, extending her report to her. Emily's confusion was evident as she said, "Really? But Coco’s been having constant headaches, something she’s never experienced before." The doctor looked over the report again. He paused for a moment, then cautiously proposed, "Headaches might stem from something psychological. It would be wise to consult a specialist." Emily's eyes widened in shock. "Doctor, are you saying Coco could have psychological issues? That can't be right. She should be as fit as a fiddle." Chloe found herself torn between laughter and tears. She just had a headache. It was not that serious.

In short, my husband looked quite dashing this evening. I blush as I think this, then look away from him. He still looked tired, but I had a feeling he tried to look good for me this evening. “You gave us quite a scare this evening,” He suddenly speaks up, causing me to look at him. I give him a thin smile, “I’m sorry about that. My headaches have been coming back harder than usual, I just needed something to ease the pain a bit.” I say, finally admitting that I had a weakness. I have always struggled with headaches but never admitted it to anyone before.

he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern. I nodded, trying to mask my emotions. “Yes. Where is your niece?” I asked, noticing her absence. He scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. “Actually, I lied. My niece is fine. It’s me who is unwell,” he admitted, and my brow furrowed. “You’re unwell?” I asked, and he nodded. “Yes, I’ve been suffering from chronic headaches. They come once in a while, but when they do, it’s unbearable,” he said. “Sorry that I lied,” he apologized sincerely.

Harvey said with a knowing smile. … It became increasingly more challenging for me to listen closely to the conversation while handling my headache that was quickly making me feel nauseous. I could feel Hayden glancing over at me and I forced a smile to my lips to let him know that I was fine. It would be a problem if I got sick and distracted him from the meeting. I was more than aware that my presence was already an inconvenience to Hayden without having him worry more about me.