I think a lot. An action, a nuance, a lingering stare; a single gesture dissected in my head in the search of a hidden meaning. My mom says that my overthinking is the reason why I get headaches so often. I don't know if she's right or not, but I'll think about it.
I do my best thinking outside. The crisp, cool air helps cut through my muddled contemplations, leaving everything crystal clear. Sitting on cold bench outside the community center one afternoon last week, my mind drifted endlessly. Only once did it strike me that it was extremely cold outside and that was only after I had been sitting on the bench for a good twenty minutes. The idea that I would get sick after had not even occured to me until I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Oh, yes, my Christmas was wonderful.
The next couple of days were a blur of headaches, raspy voices, congestion, and coughing. A couple days later, I was feeling well enough (or at least I thought I was) to go to the mall to see a movie with friends. The headache came back with a vengeance, as did the coughing. My head throbbed in rhythm to my feet pounding the ground. Moving was a painful act in itself and focusing on anything caused a strain to my eyes. I was cold and then hot and then cold again.
The next morning, I felt a little bit better than I had the day before. My head was still throbbing lightly and I felt nauseous, but definitely an improvement. Still, I felt tired and groggy and unfocused. My mom took my temperature and declared that I had a fever. “Oh,” I said. Now that she mentioned it, a fever would totally explain the pounding headache and the cold-hot-cold spells. (Being sick obviously did away with my reasoning abilities.) She fed me a Tylenol and I retired to me room to rest.
Within the hour, I the headache had subsided and I was feeling much better. Suddenly, I was ravenous. All I wanted was some comfort food. And what’s more comforting than a big plate of rich Spaghettini with Cream Sauce made with heavy cream and parmesan? Or a hearty Avocado Bacon Sundried Tomato Pesto Sandwich? Nothing, except maybe a warm bowl of classic chicken noodle soup.