Vaneisa: Inside the world of headaches
I would ask that question of my paternal grandmother every day.
“The head hurting. The blood pressure and the sugar high,” she would invariably answer. “Squeeze the head for me, beti.”
Photo: A woman winces in pain from a headache.
I was a child then, as yet unafflicted by the relentless headache that arrived as I entered puberty and that has stayed with me to this day.
I had no capacity to understand her ongoing pain, but I would dutifully undo the scant bun into which her grey hair was twisted, and soak it with Limacol and coconut oil, massaging it into her scalp and her temples until she drifted off to sleep.