TOUCHDOWN: Smells like jazz music

last night was touchdown night and i had a fucking migraine. I felt like my head was trying to reenact the freakin parting of the red sea. Tried eating and tried resting but there was no slowing it down. Took 2 advils, ate fruits but it kept going and going and then....

then came jazz music and that was the end of it.

I'm used to getting migraines since i was a kid. i started from paracetamol then upgraded to taking two then switched to mefanemic acid 250 then 500 and now 1000. But one thing that i can never get used to is the motherfucking pain. I have high pain tolerance but when it shoots up my head it's end of days for me. Sometimes the pain amuses me to the point that i'd bang my head to the wall but i won't feel it. there's just me and my fucking headache.

My mom knows how to cure it perfectly... it was to make me happy. She'd stop whatever she's doing just to play barbie with me or to start rubbing my back and almost instantly the pain goes away. happiness just bursted it out of my head.

But then... yesterday was just completely new... i was happy not because of playing barbies or my mom rubbing my back... it was jazz music. that spontaneous music that may seem sudden and completely out of line but that's the beauty of it...you can never tell what notes they'll play next all you can do is to just surrender to every sudden beat, every off beaten tune and then you start finding out that it all fits together that sometimes sudden changes in your monotonous life may seem ugly and completely fucked but then you soon find out that it all fits together.

i love jazz... and the person who played it for me.