.. like when you put a record player needle on, but before the music starts.

Growing up I always had a headache. I hardly noticed it after a while, because I had gotten so use to it. What I did notice was that around the age of 7 I developed something new. When I was under stress, and sometimes just out of the blue, my head would start to hurt at a seemingly unbelievable level. It would hurt so bad, that I could not think of anything, except getting somewhere, safe, dark, and quiet as quickly as possible. Then the vomiting would begin. I would cry, and struggle just to be quiet, to not move, and try to fall asleep. It was only through sleep that I would get relief.

The medications I would take, and I took them all, would take the edge off of the pain, make me feel stupid and dull, but would not ever handle the problem. Then after suffering in the dark for 4 or 5 hours, I would fall asleep, and then the next day I would wake up and feel O.K. I did all this while trying to do competitive sports, but I never knew when all of a sudden I would have to come in off of the field and need to go home.

I would dread going places where it would be hard for me to come home easily, because if I got a bad headache, I would be stuck somewhere, in pain, with no where quiet and dark to hide.

By the time I turned 23 the bad headaches were three to four days per week, and I could barely lean my head, side to side my neck had gotten so stuck. I constantly felt like there was a knife stuck in my shoulder.

I was constantly trying to loosen my neck by turning it side to side. This was so bad, that the people at the pizza place where I worked called me..

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