Morning headache
In the shower this morning, I experienced a new kind of headache. It came completely out of nowhere, was up there with the most painful headaches I’ve ever had, lasted all of thirty seconds, and then disappeared entirely. I spent a few seconds squatting in the tub, waiting for the urge to vomit to pass. Then I stood up. When my brain was up and running again, I had the following conversation with myself:
Shit. Did I just have a stroke?
How would I know?
Try to remember something.
I once had a pet rat named Ali Sheba.
Good! Now try to remember something else.
This is stupid.
I smelled no burning toast, and when I checked the mirror, found that my face was no more asymmetrical than it’s ever been. Still, I can’t shake this lurking fear that the next time I see my mother, I’m going to have no idea who she is.
Wait. Is that why one of my eyes looks bigger than the other one?
Definitely.