Reaching for the medicine cabinet unnecessarily? (Image: Seth Joel/Getty)
FOR me it all began with headaches. Brief, sharp pangs seemed to emanate from deep within the folds of grey matter and every so often I could swear I heard something snap. I was overwhelmed by a vague but inexorable dread that some unseen, malevolent thing – tumour? aneurysm? – lurked inside my skull. Eventually, I volunteered for a research study in which I was given a brain MRI. A kind neuroradiologist looked over the images and assured me that my brain was perfectly healthy.
I was relieved – and therefore I don’t…
