The Beginning: November 12, 2009
It’s about 4:00pm, and I’m sitting at my desk as work. I’m counting down the minutes until I can leave.
A typical experience about that time every day!
I had just finished eating a banana when a piercing pain shot through my head. It felt like a knife had been stuck in the back, right of my head (side note: I’m very desensitized to the gory details of this experience. So sorry if anything is TMI!).
I gripped my desk and stared bug-eyed at my computer screen.
What is happening? My head HURTS!
I’m not sure what to do, and I can’t really think straight.
The pain must have triggered the “I’m sick” button in my brain because I got up and went to the bathroom. I sit down in the chair in the bathroom. Some senses come back to me.
What am I doing here? I’m not going to throw up. What good is the bathroom going to do?
I remember that Deb, the lady I carpool with, seems like the type to have a “pharmacy” at her desk. So I head in her direction.
This is just a headache. Maybe I have a migrane.
At Deb’s desk, she is concerned and wonders if we should head home early.
Nah, I’m fine. It’s almost time to go anyway.
I get some pain reliever and head back to my desk. Thirty minutes or so later, we head for home.
When I got home, I told Dan about the headache. He isn’t too concerned and neither am I. It’s just a headache, right?