Of course, I waken to a world on the West Coast where rain has become a staple. Not complaining about that; I like it. Sometimes, however, I miss the absolute blizzards that shut the world down and make mayors wring their hands in terror.
I had been waking up to headaches on a nearly daily basis for weeks, if not months now, and yesterday I thought I had pinpointed it. Every time I woke up the first thought that came to mind was, "It's my fucking pillow."
Usually when falling asleep, I put my head down between two pillows. Don't know why I do this. Maybe it's because it mimics the warm feeling of a woman's breasts. Hell, I don't know. As I was thinking about it yesterday I realized it probably had to do with neck support. And then I saw this commercial for a Sobakawa Cloud Pillow.
I didn't care about any of the mumbo jumbo being spouted forth on the commercial. I didn't buy the claims that it was 300 years in the making. Nor did I believe there over 10 million microbeads in it. After all, was I going to count that? Hell no. What intrigued me was its shape. It looked exactly like what I was envisioning as being the cure to my morning headaches. (That and less stress.)
My daughter convinced me to get it, and I tried it out last night. I had read some negative things online, such as the noise of the microbeads shifting being distracting (I'm a light sleeper, and they did not bother me one bit). I also read that it gets "hot." I also did not find that to be true. What I found was no headache.
It's too early to tell if this was a fluke or a placebo affect. (Which, according to what I heard on NPR last week, is stronger than we ever suspected.) All I know is that I woke up without a headache, though it was still Monday and I would like nothing more than to not be doing what I'm doing today.
Though I'm still not too sure I'd want to be on the East Coast.
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