Kepala Terasa Pusing Dan Berat Novels & Stories

I felt lightheaded immediately and it made me sick. What was happening?

Milana My head is spinning and I'm literally seeing double as I stare at the ceilings. It's Saturday and I'm supposed to be on my way home, but I can't move. I feel so fucking weak and I'm running temperature. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't move an inch.

I don't regret it, still I feel the burden😢 I pull my door open and walk into my small, but comfortable house. I let myself fall on the couch, allowing the tiredness wash through me. I rub my head again, after a migraine hit me hard. I've been feeling dizzy throughout the day. Veronica my co–worker helped me at some point.

He didn't even take his bag or his documents. He stood up and headed to his car, he ignored his assistant and hurried to the car. He felt dizzy and had a migraine that seemed like a thousand bolts. His legs felt weak too.. They felt heavy. He knew he had overworked himself. He was sure that he had been working too hard but not to this extent. He sat down comfortably in his car, thankfully it was tinted. It was just how he wanted it. He rolled the glasses up and took off his shirt.

He groaned as he tried to raise his head up, it felt very heavy as he could barely lift it on his own. His vision was hazy, everything looked and felt foggy like a huge cloud of dust and fog was covering his eyes. His head kept lolling back and forth as he tried to keep it steady, the whole room was spinning, as if he was sitting on a ferris wheel and someone was pushing him, but this felt much more intense and worse, his head was heavy and light at the same time.

Klyde sagged on the seat of his car, the back of his head bumping at the headrest, hands resting on the steering wheel as he gently killed the engine. He heaved a heavy sigh. He feels so tired, even more so than usual. The events of today left him with whirlwind of emotions, and now he just feels really, extremely exhausted. Fatigue is creeping into his bone, seeping into his mind leaving it buzzing like an empty television screen.

Robin woke up with a headache as well. His eyelids felt much heavier. He could hardly keep his legs steady. When he tried to get up his legs trembled. “What's happening? Why’s my head feeling so heavy?”. “Is this from the drink that I had last night? But the pain is too much to handle. What should I do about it?”. He again tried to get up. But his eyes were blurry as he hadn’t slept for too long. “What’s the time? I need to cook for Lucy. She’ll be going to the office.”

What issue could be so important? "No. Now get out." I snarled, holding my head in my hands. The headache that had been assaulting me for weeks had become a dead weight, nothing could get rid of it. My body felt like it had been submerged in lead, so heavy and unresponsive. If there was a word worse than starving, I was feeling it right now. My stomach growled, protesting the emptiness that had become my default.

For now, he had a mate to persuade. The world swam in and out of focus, a nauseating haze clinging to Eutychus' thoughts. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and a metallic tang lingered on his tongue. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back down onto the cold dirty floor.

My head was pounding, and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. I stumbled my way towards my room, my vision blurring and my head pounding with pain. My whole body felt weak, and my movements were sluggish. I struggled to keep my balance, and the walls seemed to be closing in on me. It was as if the room was spinning, and I could barely see anything clearly.