My love of tennis began in 1977 when, at seven years old, I caught chickenpox. It was doing the rounds at school and, like all kids who got it, I was prescribed calamine lotion, cool baths and two weeks off. Those two weeks coincided with Wimbledon, one of four tennis tournaments in the annual Grand Slam. I was instantly addicted, glued to the television daily and refusing to get off the sofa until poor light...
I’m yawning as if I haven’t slept in days. I’m struggling to string a sentence together. I can smell gas. I’m desperate for hard boiled eggs and cheese. And I know what’s coming next. For me, these and a host of other miserable, mind-boggling sensations and symptoms are the first warning signs of a migraine and the endless days of suffering that will accompany it. My first migraine struck when I was seven years old....
