To my mom who, like me, suffers from migraines.
To my dad, who gets to suffer through my mother having a migraine. Trust me; it’s no more fun for the family than it is for the sufferer.
To Dusty, who’s helped me figure out what my triggers are and how to avoid them. Yanking the roast beef sandwich out of my hand and eating it yourself was such a sacrifice. I know you’re still not over the pain.
And to everyone else out there who, like me, has suffered through what Dave does, you have my sympathy.