When I was a kid I occasionally got monster headaches, and as I grew into adulthood I would look back and imagine that those were probably migraines.  But I don't really know.  I have rarely had a headache that a nap, cold compress or a couple of advil couldn't fix since... until this week.  I have had a headache since Wednesday.  And, mind you, it's not the kind that leaves a person curled-up in the fetal position vomiting, but it has been nagging, ever-present, causing my brow to furrow (which is not my most attractive look) and making me replay that Arnold Schwartzanegar (sp?) line, "It's not a toomah," over and over in my mind.  Don't worry-- I'm sure I'll survive.