I have always said my head was a noisy place. I say was, because it has apparently exploded. No, really. That’s what the doctor said. When I first told him what was going on, he looked at me like I had two heads. I had to insist that I only had the one, but it was awfully noisy in there, like sudden, window shaking thunder out of the clear blue sky. He was dubious, but pulled out his iPad (I love that they have those at Creighton. Always on the cutting edge!) and after a few “hmmmms” and “interestings” he excused himself for a moment. When he came back, he said he’d spoken with his colleagues, and they came up with a diagnosis. Ladies and Gents, it should be so fitting that I have Exploding Head Syndrome.
*Disclaimer - This post is part of a series. It is meant to build up to my party for my 35th birthday and is a work of fiction