This week I am suffering from an acute case of Bed Head, wherein you really would rather just spend the entire week in bed. Nonetheless, here I am, at work, although likely operating at something less than peak efficiency for the second day in a row. Cyclical, although completely irregular in period, Bed Head eventually dissipates. Just not, you know, yet.
Sounds like a male version of PMS. Double dose your vitamins. Get some B-12 — melts under your tongue. Just because it’s cyclical doesn’t mean you can’t make it a little easier. We women finally learned, if nothing else, take Midol, although Serafem works a lot better. There has to be something to mitigate your Bed Head symptoms too. Of course, it also could just be a periodic oversaturation of caffeine and nicotine. Maybe if you drink lots of water with lemon that will helpfully dilute what you ingest. Can’t hurt.
There was an early film by Rodreguis (director of El Mariechi since I am most likely butchering his names spelling) with the name BedHead and not I have this image of bix doing the Charlie Manson dance.