Jasu Hu
I WAS 15 years old and halfway through a family meal when the blow to my head came out of nowhere. It felt as if someone had clobbered me on the side of the skull with a mallet, the sudden pain making me drop my fork. Then came a second hit. And a third. I remember pleading with my sister to stop her noisy whingeing before running to hide under a duvet until the pain eventually subsided. I had experienced my first migraine.
Twenty years later, my migraine-coping technique remains largely unchanged, except that it is now my toddler whose…
