It was this morning while talking to my roommate about the (dare I say it?) downside of the headband when I realized that the headband held deeper purpose in my life. She was explaining that she can don the band for only so long before it starts giving her a headache. As I listened, I adjusted Dandy Lion, the particular h'band I had selected for the day, to sit just right on my head. Today is Day 9 for me in straight-h'bandin' days. And so I thought, my head is bigger than my roommates and so obviously my head is being squeezed just as much if not more. It would therefore stand to reason that my head would too ache. So why do I continue to squeeze my big ol' head day in and day out? And that's when it occurred to me that the pain is part of the appeal.
The last few weeks my boots have been a particular kind of heavy - perhaps steel, I would say. And in dealing with these boots, I think I fell back to thinking of the way my loving and caring grandmother, Honey, used to help me when I was in pain: she would pinch me really hard somewhere else on my body, saying, "See - now that first thing doesn't hurt so much, does it?" And since she was such an adept pincher, she was usually right.
I think that my girding of my head for over 12 hours straight each day, everyday is my own little long-lasting pinch.
Thank you Dandy Lion and all of your beautiful, sadistic brethren! Where would I be without you? This one's for you!
*roommate/Operation Headband co-founder/the real inspiration behind it all
1 comment:
I'm excited to be your first comment, and just wanted to let you know that I spent the day slightly dizzy and lightheaded with a constant dull throbbing pain in my head but managed to keep the headband on for 9 hours.
Solidarity, sister.
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