Last night I got another attack around 23:00. My sister was there, and took good care of me. It was a short one, 25 minutes, and according to my sister rather violent. I am not suffering from the same anxieties as most clusterheads, simply because I don’t have to deal with it as often as most, or as long as most. Reading and communicating with some of them is…hard. Their stories are so incredibly depressing, yet their determination to fight “the beast,” as they dramatically call it, is an inspirational one. Some of these people have chronic CHs, experiencing up to 8 attacks a day. Eight K7+ attacks a day justifies the name “suicide headache.” I can’t even fathom it.
