AISLE BE THERE
Sep 03, 2020
5 minutes
WORDS BY LAEA MARSHALL
Pulling into the drive, I switched the car off and put my hand to my head. Rubbing my temples, I groaned to myself.
It was 2011, I was 21, and in the middle of my nursing training.
Now, after a long day, I had a splitting headache.
‘What do you want for your tea, love?’ my mum Pat, now 59, called as I plonked my handbag just next to the front door.
‘I’m not really hungry Mum,’ I sighed, walking into the kitchen.
But as soon as I walked into the room, a rush of pain hit me in the head, as if I’d run into a brick wall.
The worried face of my mum became blurry in front of me, and I suddenly felt incredibly nauseous.
‘Are you alright?’ Mum asked, her voice sounding so distant.
‘My head’s
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