Mimisan Sakit Kepala Novels & Stories

“Madison, can you describe the pain? Is it serious, or is it a dull ache?” Madison winced, her hand still pressed against her forehead. “It’s really bad, like a pounding ache. I can’t handle it.” Doctor Bennet moved swiftly, reaching for the intercom. “Nurses, we need pain relief for Madison. She’s having a severe headache. Please bring the medicine right away.” Within moments, a team of nurses hurried into the room, bringing a small tray with medication. Doctor Bennet directed them to administer the required drugs for Madison’s pain.

I wounded my arms from behind and kept my chin on his head. I was liking the silence and the close proximity between us. "If you are going to give me a head message like this,I will complain daily about having a headache." He said with a cheeky grin. "Not so easy Mister. It's available only for some special days." I said smugly. "But I thought that I am special for my wife so the head message is available daily." He said with a pout. I laughed and said, "Dramebaaz." "But there is another way through which my headache can be cured...not only headache but every type of problem." He said with a thoughtful expression.

He takes a step back and shakes his head a few times. “Are you well?” I ask. “Just a migraine,” he says.

Hello Micah " he said with a smile. Hello doctor. I said as I took note of what happened. I told them not to take me to the hospital, instead they made the family doctor to come see me. How are you. He asks softly. I am fine now. I said. There is no way I would make it easier for him. I hate anything that has to do with hospitals Well, Micah I heard you were shaking and then lost consciousness. How did that happen? Doctor Stephens said. I am an adult not a kid, ask your questions direct and not in such a childish form. What are the symptoms you have been experiencing. Doctor Stephens asks directly while he opened his notebook. Regular headaches that turn into migraines if I use my brain too

grumbled Mas Feri. His face was still crinkled in pain. "Ouch! Dizzy," I said holding my head. Ms Imar took a glass of water, then gave it to me. "Drink first, Sar," said Ms. Imar. "Dizzy, Ma'am," I replied, not yet receiving the glass. "Ouch, my teeth hurt too, here." Mas Feri is still sitting near me. Even if I ignore my dizziness, it doesn't matter, it's just pretending anyway.

" she said. I didn't utter a word. She had made her decision. She wouldn't change her mind. She's a stubborn woman after all. I laid on the hospital bed gazing at the ceiling. Not only did I feel trapped, I was incapacitated. I would have baked my cookies for the day and taken them to the bar. I was beginning to calculate the day's earning we will miss and the hospital bills. I was also thinking about my unbaked cookies and Osifa's registration fee into the Junior High Secondary school. My headache returned. I shut my eyes and began to sleep. "When did your headaches begin? " asked Dr. Amrah. She had summoned me to her office. My mother and Osifa had gone home to fix lunch while Kiki and Ta

At the end of the movie, I was through with the medium sized tub of ice cream and my head was banging. I was on a tear high, i had cried myself to ice cream restock yesterday and now i was having serious headaches. "Do you want to sleep?" Min asked. "Why?" I asked him. "Your head must be hurting, you cried for about an hour," he said. "It's fine, talking to me will make me feel better," I said to Min. "What do we talk about?" he asked me. "What you did yesterday?" I asked accusingly but he either did not hear me or ignored my tone.

SIMON’S POV My head felt like someone had taken a hammer and was hitting my head continuously without stopping. It kept on banging over and over again the longer I tried to keep my eyes closed. What had I done that made me have such a horrible headache? No to be dramatic but my head was aching me so much that it even hurt to breathe. I groaned and shifted slightly on the bed, trying to ignore the pounding in my skull. That was when I realized two things.

I have only heard her name once. “Katie?” Mason asks concerned, and I try to look at him, but my vision is swimming, and a searing pain is ripping through my skull. “My head,” I groan, pressing my fingers to my temples. “It’s killing me.” “Come on,” Mason says, standing up and picking me out of my chair. “I have painkillers,” Gabriella adds. “I’ll bring it to your room.” I do not protest when Mason carries me to my quarters. My head is pounding. It feels almost like a brain ripple, like my mind is working so hard to dig up a memory that it is physically painful.

“Yet your brain is working hard enough to confuse my best, medical specialist. Explain that to me, Ayla. Tell me how a human accomplishes that.” “I don’t know anything,” I cry out, the stress finally weighing on me, my entire body trembling as the throbbing headache returns sharply. I grip my hair with both hands, tears of frustration finally spilling over my eyelids. “I don’t know why my brain is doing that. I’ve had terrible headaches for almost a week now. I told you I’ve been sick! Maybe I have a tumor. Maybe I’m dying! Why don’t you just let me go so I can see a real doctor?”