Headache Humor Novels & Stories

RONAN “RON” HWAN POV “At least you have an excuse. Your accidents affect you to this day. How’s your head feeling this morning?” Zli’s gaze flicks to the barely visible scar along my hairline, the permanent souvenir of the trauma that triggered my migraines all those years ago. “Better lately,” I admit, letting a slow grin spread across my face as I set the espresso cups down. “Probably has to do with the fact that nobody has headbutted me in the last seventy-two hours. It’s a nice change of pace for the social calendar.”

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.

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

Fuck, everything hurts so damn bad. I prop myself up on my elbows which was the wrong choice. I really should know better than to do this by now. I stay like that for a few minutes because my head is threatening to explode. I slowly sit up leaning against the headboard. I closed my eyes trying calm this damn headache down. I heard the door to the room open, which sounded like the damn thing was falling off its hinges. I let out a hiss making someone chuckle. I wonder if I would get in trouble for killing someone for entering my room when my head is on the verge of exploding.

One of the senior executives, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, added, “Maybe we should get Jerry to do all our presentations. At least then we’d be laughing through the pain.” Jerry leaned forward, adopting a more serious tone but still with a twinkle in his eye. “In all seriousness, folks, humor might not solve our problems, but it can definitely help us think more clearly. When you’re not bogged down by stress, you can see solutions you might have missed before.” The atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably. What had been a dire and despondent meeting was now infused with a lighter, more hopeful energy. People were exchanging ideas more freely, the initial doom and gloom replaced b

But after many weeks, there are more and more people that is going back and forth to the hospital for a single reason of having a bad headache, even some of the doctors are also already gotten by it. This triggered the nation and this news spread out, because having a bad headache is already spreading. All netizens was experiencing the same issue: they started to have a red eyes and their skin starting to get dry and they were always feels hungry all the time. One of the most popular doctor was interviewed and concluded that the reason of the headache was too much usage of the earphone that invented by the DL company. After that message of that doctor the media was on the attention of the DL

“You could say that.” The pressure increased slightly amd my muscles practically melted. For several moments neither of us spoke then I sighed. “I have a headache.” “Stress-related?” “Probably.” The masseuse hummed thoughtfully. “Work?” “No.” “Family?” “No.” Another pause then.. “A man?” I laughed despite not wanting to. “Is it that obvious?” “Most headaches are.” The answer surprised another laugh out of me. “You’re very confident.” “I’ve met a lot of people.”

His large hand moved to stroke my hair comfortingly until he stopped laughing. “You’re not crazy. You’re just special…” he told me after his laughter had died down. “Isn’t that just another way of saying that I’m…not normal?” I asked. “Hmm…you’re not normal for sure and you’re extremely special for sure too. There’s nothing wrong with your brain and you’re not crazy,” he said with certainty. “How do you…know that?” I asked while feeling even more confused than before. “It’s simple, really. Before you felt your headache, do you remember what you did?” the prince asked.

the woman asked succeeding questions, her eyes carrying dark, heavy eyebags looking at him worriedly. He groaned once again and clasped his aching head, his dizziness getting stronger as his vision started to be moving in circles. His body felt like he was being dragged by the sea's strong, tidal waves and was so nauseating that he wanted to vomit his guts. "I'm really sorry I having you see me in this messy state right now," he apologized, looking at her fretful face. "I'm actually having a severe headache because of my hangov— what are you doing?" Adler was bewildered when she suddenly went to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.

A warm smile graced her face when she saw me, and I reciprocated with a tentative smile. "How are you?" the doctor inquired as he conducted his examination. "I feel better now. What happened to me, doc?" I asked, eager for an explanation to the mysterious episode that had unfolded. The doctor adjusted his glasses and sat down, ready to provide some clarity. "You experienced a severe headache, likely due to the adjustments in your medications. Your body is still adapting to the changes. I've made some modifications to your prescription to alleviate the symptoms. You might feel a bit disoriented for a while, but it should improve over time."