Quirks and Quinkydinks

I woke up around 3:00 in the morning after Easter Sunday, with a splitting headache. It was like my brain was on fire . I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. All I could do was hold my head in both hands, while I was curled up in a ball on my side. After a half hour, the headache wasn't any better, but I fought the pain and the subsequent nausea to stumble my way blindly to the bathroom and find something to take for the pain. After another hour, the pain still hadn't subsided, but I was able to fall asleep for a short time. When I woke up in the morning for work, I was still somewhat nauseous, but the pain had disappeared. Two nights later, the same thing happened again. In the morning, I tried pushing through and got ready for work as best I could. I stopped for tea on my way in and almost passed out in front of the Starbucks counter. I grabbed my grande chai and breakfast sandwich, hardly making it back to my car. I sat in the front seat trying to take deep ...