Sakit Kepala Mata Terasa Pegal Novels & Stories

Alethea My brain feels like it has been drained dry like someone sucked the thoughts right out of my head. My eyes are foggy as if smoke is clouding my vision. A relentless headache pounds against my skull and my entire body feels weak, but the sensation that I've been run over by a truck makes me wince in pain. I try to pry my eyes open, desperate to catch a glimpse of where I am and what's happening around me, but it feels impossible. My eyelids are so heavy as if they're weighed down by lead.

However, as she sat through her first class, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her vision to blur and her head to spin. Mama Hazel tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to lack of sleep and stress. But as the day progressed, she began to feel increasingly unwell. A persistent headache, nausea, and fatigue weighed her down, making it difficult for her to concentrate on her studies. By the time her last class ended, Mama Hazel knew something was seriously wrong.

" She asked herself as she tried to keep her eyes opened. She adjusted her body and sat up well. She touched her head. The migraine she felt was so heavy. She could barely keep her face up. She rested her back but she felt heavy and pains everywhere. Her eyes felt heavy. And her mouth did too. She yawned and licked her mouth several times.

My shoulder trembled but I could still feel that gaze on my body. I looked around frantically in a bid to find the source of the gaze but after doing so for a while, I still could not find any thing or any one but the gaze was still plastered on my body and apart from the headache, I felt very uncomfortable and uneasy. My mates patted my shoulders gently. "Are you okay? Emily?" "Why is your face so pale? is something wrong?" "She said headache, should we call the Doctor now?" "The headache should have gone by now, why is she still having headache?"

My eyelids are practically glued together, and forcing them open starts a deep, painful ache at the back of my head. I lift my hand to touch my skull and make sure it isn't split open, but my arm is rubber. Moving it feels like someone is lifting my arm by a puppet string, out of my control. I probe the back of my head with my fingers, running them slowly across my scalp. I don't feel anything damp or sticky, which means no blood, but there is a massive, tender bump. That is when I remember the crack on the back of my head. As if electrified, my eyes snap open, and I sit up.

He placed he light kiss on her forehead before exiting her room. *** Megan stirred in her sleep as the ray of sunlight reflected on her face through the window. She groaned lowly and turned to the other side of the bed as she tried to open her eyes but find it very hard to. Her head was banging very loud and her eyelid too seems just too heavy for her to lift. Finally, she opened her eyes after a few tries and sat upright with her back resting on the pillow. "This banging won't stop and it's driving me crazy, Arrgh!" She muttered to herself bitterly, rubbing her temple continuously. "Why is my head banging anyways? Did I get drunk again? But how?"

My throat feels like hell. Dry and cracked like the Sahara Desert. My head—what’s this excruciating pain? I grip my hair, holding it closely to my scalp, hoping it could help, but nothing. My scalp feels like it's been pricked with a thousand needles, each one fighting for a spot to stick into. My eyes are so heavy, a dull throbbing drumbeat pounding behind them, and for a minute, I feel I couldn’t open them. What is happening to me?

A striking white color greets my vision the second I peel my eyes. I feel like total crap, worn out, with a very bad taste in my mouth and a churning belly on top of a blinding headache. “What the heck happened?” I murmur through the pain, my eyes shutting on their own to the striking headache. I pull myself up and lean back on the bed as I sit up. I take my hands to my temples, massaging them slowly to soothe the pain.

Petal's POV A ray of sunlight peeked through the curtains, its warmth landing on my face like a sudden, unwanted reminder that the day had begun. The sensation was both soothing and irritating at once, especially when my head was pounding like a drum. The pain radiated through my temples, and my body felt oddly stiff. Groaning, I shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but something was off. My pillow felt like a hard stone, uncomfortable against my face. I sighed in frustration, the headache only intensifying with each passing moment.

Matthew had a severe headache. His mind buzzed constantly. He was not sure what was going on. His eyes ached intensely, and he could not even open them. Matthew rubbed his eyes with his hand, and a sharp sensation immediately shot through his optic nerves. There was a commotion around him. Slowly, Matthew opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a pink mosquito net. He turned his head…