The frequency of my headaches has dropped to one every six weeks or so. (I never say that without giving thanks three times.) For twenty years, they hit every third or fourth day, a twinge at 10 a.m. spreading into a steel net circling my head and tightening slowly, slowly, until it hurt to blink. Sometimes they’d come two or three days in a row lasting ten hours each time, never really going away, ebbing and rising as I skipped dinner and curled up in bed with palms pressed against my temples hoping for any loosening of pain’s grip.
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