I very, very rarely get headaches. I rarely know where the Advil even is. When I do get a headache, it’s a migraine, complete with flashing lights warning me what’s on the way.
Monday night, during dinner, I didn’t get the lights. Instead, my scalp suddenly felt as though it were being drawn backward into a tight topknot. “I think I’m getting a migraine,” I told Darin, and I quickly put all the dishes in the dishwasher before running upstairs to the bedroom. Darin got the kids ready for bed while I tried to get the room as dark as I could (including closing the bathroom door, because the night light was too bright). I slept 9 hours.
It’s Wednesday afternoon and I still have this headache. I’ve taken more Advil in the past two days than I have in the past year. I can’t stay in a darkened room, though: I have to do things like drive kidlets to the Kindergarten fieldtrip at the pumpkin patch. (Field trips. Permission notes. Good thing I went to get that master’s, huh?)
I don’t think I’m dying of anything or have a brain tumor. (For one thing: no nerve endings in the brain.) I’m not stressed out about anything. My diet has changed little. I did start lifting weights again last week, but I am religious about breathing out on the exertion phase of the exercise (because if you hold your breath or inhale, you’re just asking for problems). I don’t know where this headache is coming from, but I sure as hell wish it would go away.