And a frightening place it can be at time. Mind you, I'm not claiming that the bats in my belfry are anything more than run of the mill bats -- my metaphoric demons are nothing more than your fairly ordinary, garden variety spleen-devouring imps o' Satan.
No.
What I'm talking about here is the chemistry of the place. Of which I really have only a rudimentary understand -- although I can describe the effects in all their glorious technicolor gore. And likely will, at length, if this goes as I plan it to.
But I don't just want it only to be me whining about the pain.
What I want is to proceed in a methodical direction toward answers, solutions, even a cure, tho doctors tell me there isn't one.
The demon I'm here to exorcise is called Migraine, and as anyone who's tangled with her knows, she's one mean, scary bitch.
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