The Dread Of A Shred

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I’ve had a headache for thirty days. OK, I’m lying. It’s closer to sixty, but sixty days sounds terribly long. Terribly scary. I know it’s been closer to sixty days because my niece was visiting, and the day she left to go back home was a Sunday, and it was four days before her twenty-seventh birthday, which is not important to this story, but those facts are how I remember that it’s been close to sixty days now with this constant headache that is sometimes dull and mildly annoying, but sometimes severe. Always, all day long. I wake with it. I go to sleep with it. It never leaves me alone, neither the pain of it nor the psychological impact.