LYANNA STORMBORN It first started a year ago, when I was in class teaching the first graders phonics. A sudden wave of dizziness had taken over me, forcing me to sit down and lay my head on my desk. One of the little boys in my class asked me concerned, “Are you okay Ms Stormborn?” “Yes Michael I just need to lay down for a bit, okay.” “Class, please continue working on your sounds?” I instructed the scared little faces. “Okay,” the whole class responded in unison. After approximately 40 seconds—that felt like 10 minutes—the dizziness stopped and was replaced by an excruciating headache. It felt like someone had repeatedly banged my head on a wall, making my brain rotate over and over, until it was sore. “Michael, can you please go get the school nurse for me?” I asked. “Tell her I can’t walk that’s why I’m not able to come in by myself, but my head is on fire. Thank you.” He ran fast and within a minute or two, Nurse Moira was there with me. “What’s wrong Lya
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