It starts right behind your eyes and spreads to your temples. Sharp, and painful! It warns you. Yet, do you stop and pay attention. No! The spoon moves methodically, almost mechanically, dipping into the bowl again and again. You’ve got the “Ice Cream Headache.” But you can’t stop. Again and again, the spoon transports that creamy concoction to your mouth. What is it about ice cream that drives normally sane and mature people to such self-abuse? It’s happened before, however that doesn’t deter you. When you pick up that bowl of Double Fudge Moose Tracks Cookie Dough Cherry Garcia, you are under the control of some alien force. Or, is it alien at all? Could it be there inside you all the time? Waiting for the opportunity to take control again? These are difficult questions. The answers have yet to be provided by the scientific community. I have a theory. Since this happens most often during the summer, I believe that it is dependent upon the amount of daylight that we are exposed to. Until medical science gives us an effective preventative, I shall continue to fight back the way that I have for years. Two Tylenol . . . . . . . . . . after I finish my bowl of ice cream.
TW


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