In the cornucopiea of carnival-candy cinema-verite that is my life, headaches are the lightning strikes, the up-ended applecarts, the cat-puke on the corporeal carpet of my days.
To the best of my recollection [/ziegler] this migraine crept up on me yesterday. The actual head pain is less of a problem than the baseline nausea, the odd feeling that my eyeballs aren't quite there in my sockets, the sudden heat and the equally sudden chills, the sneezing and the far too intimate acquaintance with noises
Oh, and the inability to think.
I really hate that.