On Tuesday, I awoke with a throbbing headache. My first thought was to drink a glass of water. Okay, that's not true. My very first thought was, "Urgh!!" Then I thought about drinking a glass of water.

Water has become my default answer for any ailment. Have a headache? Drink some water. Feeling sluggish? Drink some water. Forgot the definition of "susurrus"? Drink some water! Water makes everything better (or, at the very least, wetter).

I dragged my throbbing head (and the rest me) out of bed and to the kitchen. I fumbled through the dishwasher for a glass and pulled a gallon of water (conveniently packaged in a bottle) from the cupboard under the stove. Knowing my propensity to pour water everywhere but into the glass, I tried to be careful, which is difficult to do when one's head feels like it's being squeezed slowly and repeatedly like a rubber stress ball.

I placed the bottle on the counter, picked up the glass and drank the water. Actually, "drank" isn't the right verb. Chugged is more like it. I chugged the water. After I finished the glass, per proper chugging protocol, I slammed it down on the counter, wiped my mouth with my arm and let out a big satisfying "Ahhhh!" Everything in that previous sentence is true except for the part where I slammed the glass down and used my arm as a napkin.

I let the water work its watery magic. The throbbing lessened to a general pulsing and I was able to get on with the rest of my morning routine.

And just in case my future self forgets again and a glass of water isn't handy, "susurrus" is defined as "a soft, whispering or rustling sound; murmur".