Mark came home from school the other night with a huge headache. That's usually a symptom of high blood sugar, but he tested in range. Turns out it was just an ordinary headache.
I gave him a children's aspirin and some dinner. He held his head throughout dinner, and I tried my best to soothe him.
"It'll feel better soon," I assured him. "Give the aspirin some time to kick in."
He moaned. It clearly wasn't working yet.
I tried to distract him. "You want some lettuce for your tacos?" I offered. He nodded.
"How about cheese?"
This time he shook his head.
"You don't want cheese?" I asked. I felt like that woman on the old coffee commercials. "But you always love cheese on your tacos!"
"No thanks," he said. "My head hurts too much. I just don't think cheese and headaches are a good combination."
"Um, OK," I said, because really, I couldn't think of what else to say to that. I know some things -- like drum practice -- are not conducive to headaches, but I've never heard of cheese further aggravating one.
Live and learn, I guess. And be grateful they don't give out medical licenses to third-graders.
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