It began with the headaches that initially felt like the flutter of butterfly wings on the left side of my temple, gradually escalating to what I suspect it must feel like to have that little penguin from the movie, Happy Feet tap dancing in my head.
Part of me is thrilled at the prospect of not starting each workday with an argument. But another part of me misses her feistiness already. The rest of my patients, so easygoing and cooperative, are almost boring by comparison.
