The headache was the kind that stopped all other traffic in the brain, as suddenly all had met with red lights.
The migraines would come of too much cheese or chocolate, though she suspected that later was wrong. Children and chocolate, she was sure, were made for one another.
A headache can be just that, or a sign of something else, so, let us ask you some questions and see if we can help you get better all the faster.
The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, for in time pain does ebb.
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