So says todays TOI. On page 13. The page I turn too after I check the obituries. It has the kind of news that the news papers should be full of. From Page one to Page 24. Or whatever the last page is of the newspaper you read. The Hindustan Times has Life, Universe and Everything, or something of the sort. It used to be the first page I read before I decided to check out the temperature of the previous day gone by and cluck at the oven levels the city had reached.
Today’s page for instance has many articles that I suspect were tailor written for middleaged, overweight women like me to gloat in hope over. Allergy drugs to fight flab, blood sugar, says one article. On the exact opposite side of the page, to balance the happiness I derived from the joyful prospect of popping in allergy medication on the sly to slim down to sylph levels is the little snippet that tells me an iced coffee has more calories than a steak and chips dinner, thereby ruining one of the simplest pleasures of my drab life, namely sitting with friends and gossiping over an iced coffee. Now I know I will stare at said iced coffee and feel sweat beads form on my forehead in the knowledge that Ive knocked down dinner and not even felt satiated enough to pass out into dead sleep. And yet another article talks about an astronaut commenting on how the polar ice caps have shrunk. I so want to see the polar ice caps from space before they shrink altogether. That makes me sad. Ive even done the lasik now so I dont need to wonder where my contact lenses will float off in in zero gravity.
But this header feature, titled Money is the best painkiller drew my eye to it instantly. Especially since them migraine attacks are becoming more severe, longer in duration and more frequent these days. And what is worse, given the run around of the past couple of weeks, I havent even had the luxury of retiring to a darkened closed room, shutting out the world and languishing in my own misery.
The study, the article says, appears in the journal Psychological Science. The results state that thinking about bills paid and touching money affected participants physically and emotionally. They did some tests by having one group count paper and one group count money. The group that counted money were happier and reported less pain when their fingers were dipped in hot water.
I know just what I’m going to do. I’m applying for a job as a cashier. Maybe them damn migraines will disappear with all that counting.