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I feel weird.  Not sick, not sad, not stupid, but spacy.  A little out of sorts.  Not quite 100%,  Marginal.  I’ve been in prodrome for what feels like weeks now, so I’m wondering if I’ll erupt into a full scale migraine soon.  Or whether my trick of thinking happy thoughts will keep Mr. Megrim at bay.

I’ve had more hiccups in the last three weeks than I had in the previous ten years.  Whatever you do DON’T go to the intarwebs and type in “Differential diagnosis hiccups.”  You just don’t wanna go there.  Trust me.  Because now I know my hiccups are a sign that I’m about to expire of something grisly… or so I would think if daughter Katie hadn’t complained about having hiccups a lot lately.  Prob’ly something in the air.