Headaches are some of my oldest companions. We have been through a lot. Like with some old friends, at times I think we get together merely to honor the past.

Migraines will neither kill you nor make you stronger.

What would you do if your defining nemesis left?

We hate our bullies, but we would also miss some of them. 

Hot weather is a friend to headaches. 

But do headaches not deserve friends, too?

(Maybe they don't!)

I have a friend who has claimed he has stopped getting bad headaches completely.

I feel strangely sorry for him.

Conventional and unconventional medicine can co-exist, like two science-fiction moons.

Like dreams, or a cat, sometimes headaches are trying to tell you things. 

Not all the things are rational or useful. 

The problem is not that the boss might not believe you when you call in sick with a headache.

The problem is that you might not believe you.

A migraineur will try almost anything for a headache cure.

And abandon almost anything.

Is it sympathy you want? It's always more fun to say you don't want any sympathy.

The list of potential headache triggers is so long as to be useless.

(chocolate, wine, cheese, bread, citrus, too much sleep, not enough sleep, stress, work, weekends (not enough stress), vacations, sex, sun, too much exercise, not enough exercise, perfume, dust, headache medicine...)

The word "migraineur", meaning one who gets migraine headaches, is too French to generate much sympathy. Perhaps we migraineurs like it that way. 

To be cured of headaches is to be cured of life!

Everybody gets headaches, but not everybody gets headaches.