A migraine is nothing less or more than spilled- over memories that gnaw the mind like a rattling snake. Whenever I have one, I look for remedies like picking at my ulcers or discussing gastronomics with doctors who finally prescribe medicines And when it recurs like the proverbial last word I take refuge in wholesome …
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