5.20.2008

Head of Darkness...

The strange saga of the Germs that Invaded Chez Jane continues. Today, I have been visited by a sinus headache so severe that Dumbo would be rendered helpless if he had it.

If Mr. Kurtz wasn't already dead, this headache might have killed him. Seriously.

Ugh.

Enough already.

The fact that the barometric pressure is whack, thanks to some funky weather -- maybe rain, maybe not, make up your damn mind Mother Nature -- isn't helping any.

So now I'm dosing on some medication and trying to follow the instructions I unearthed here on what the hell to do for a sinus headache. The warm compress thing sounds particularly appealing, actually. Perhaps I'll make one up and go hang out in bed and listen to The Golden Girls while I convalesce.

The compress has got to help, as my eyes are so puffy that a case of Preparation H wouldn't solve my issues.

Every head has its own headache.
~ Arab Proverb

Anyhoo. This song, from an artist I need to discover more about called Adrianne, has been the bright spot in my day. It's making me happy, despite the thousand pounds of pressure in my face. That and my chicken sandwich from Chick-Fil-A. Somehow, my NutriLunch didn't seem in the least appealing today. I only have so much willpower on days like this.

So, give Adrianne's "Shooting Star" a listen. Throw on a warm compress if you feel like it. They're both good for what ails you.

Shooting Star - Adrianne

You shine in my eyes
Frozen still, open wide
Come down, fill my heart
With a fire you flaunt
And I can't say a word
They would only sound absurd

Maybe you're my shooting star
Blindly falling through the dark
Burning a hole in my sky so fierce, so bright
Maybe it's all I need, so baby come shoot through me
Wishes won't survive on you tonight

If you stay for good
On the ground, think you could
It's not a life that you lead
Just a path following
Everybody else has you aiming at yourself

Maybe you re my shooting star
Blindly falling through the dark
Burning a hole in my sky so fierce, so bright
Maybe it's all I need, so baby come shoot through me
Wishes won't survive on you tonight

Silver tear, fall for me and forever
You belong her, my love can fly you higher
Higher, higher

Maybe you re my shooting star
Blindly falling through the dark
Burning a hole in my sky so fierce, so bright
Maybe it's all I need, so baby come shoot through me
Wishes won't survive on you tonight

Maybe you're my shooting star
Blindly falling through the dark
Burning a hole in my sky so fierce, so bright
Maybe it's all I need, so baby come shoot through me
Wishes won't survive on you tonight

3 comments:

Jen said...

I like her voice! Sorry you're sick. Cable Girl is, too, and I have a rotten cold and I believe others have something similar. Guess it's that time of year.

janey jay said...

It is that time of year indeed.

Good thing you can't catch germs via the internet or else I'd say we all have the same thing ;-)

mrpeenee said...

I swear this helps sometimes. The problem is, it doesn't help much or for long. Still...

Lie on your back on the bed with your head hanging backwards off the edge of the bed. Hang it off a lot, as upside down as possible.

I know it's not as appealing as a warm compress, but it helps. Sort of.