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Then I would have a story for how it began. I could start with how I jogged into the intersection after the Walk sign had lit up. The cherry-red pickup truck would slam me in the sternum and punt me across the street.
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Then both the ambulance siren and I would scream on the way to the hospital, where doctors with unfamiliar faces would save my life. I was hit by a headache. The pain manifested itself as pressure in my forehead, nose, and sinuses, as if I had encountered a poltergeist that preferred to press down on my face rather than rearrange my living room furniture.
I do remember that I became concerned on the third day. The only things that should take three days are resurrections, not headaches. I took Tylenol and then Advil and then aspirin and then Aleve, showing no brand loyalty in my choice of painkillers. Nothing worked. On the morning of the third day, I plodded barefoot into the kitchen of my one-bedroom apartment to make breakfast.
I paused and looked at the sink, and then slowly took two more steps toward the stainless-steel basin. There were black dots forming on my dirty soup bowl. Was that … mold? I was now concerned that I might be dying of lupus and a tropical brain virus. I also wanted Dr. House to give me his Vicodin. Made my bed? There had been no time for chores. My world was limited to the size of my skull, which ached incessantly as though my brain had a muscle cramp. How could my life fall apart in three days? Being run over by a headache seemed ridiculous.
I should be able to take an Excedrin and just get over it. What would hit me next? This beta-blocker had kicked the headache out of my head and out of my mind, too. My only reminder was the pill I still took every night, which was now suddenly useless. The reappearance of this problem was particularly stunning because I was literally in the best health of my life.
Everyone was so amazed by my accomplishment that I was amazed by myself, too. I felt like the astounding weight-loss girl, who could tackle any obstacle and achieve any goal. I had life completely figured out. The headache needed to go away because I had not invited it to my book release party. I called the doctor later that morning, right after I arrived at my typical office with its typical cubicles and typical monotony.
As I listened to the phone ring, I had plenty of time to stare at an atypical water stain on the ceiling tile and wonder if toxic mold was triggering my pain. Later that day I sat in a sterile, white examination room, crinkling the white tissue paper covering the table, letting my feet dangle slightly off the floor.