It’s not that I don’t believe in complaining, no, not at all.  It’s that I believe that complaining is an art form, and only the lazy, the uninspired, or the chronically boring say things like, “I have a headache today.”

But I also like accuracy in my arias of complaint, and there in lies the problem for today.

My headache is neither of the “throbbing” nor “pounding” variety, nor is it “blinding,” just a little eye-crossing, which lacks in the drama department.  I’m not going to die from it, not even with someone outside deciding now is the perfect time for them to do yard work, so it’s no “killer,” and it’s not “all-encompassing” because, really, it’s mostly focused on the left side of my head, likely because I was so tired last night that I slept on my neck wrong.   It’s just one of those annoying varieties of headaches that has so far proven immune to all the usual cures, and it’s draping a haze of pain over everything I do, making it impossible to ignore.

Is there a word for that?

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