My headache decided to take revenge after dinner. I already regretted the shellfish and champagne soup. None of this was probably the best choice for me. I should have known I shouldn’t be enjoying champagne after I had that brutal headache this morning. He was so drinkable, but the consequences could be so to speak deadly. Because of the hustle and bustle that preceded Grandma and Herman’s wedding, and because of the sudden move to Chicago, I didn’t have time to see a doctor. Cristian called the head of neurology at the main hospital, who was a friend of a friend - he had connections everywhere, it seemed - but I still needed to arrange a consultation before starting the process of real diagnosis. So far this has been postponed, but Dr. Google has given me some more information on the top
