The back of my head, at the base, has been sensitive to the touch in one spot for a few days. I haven’t fallen or smacked my head on the wall or a low ceiling or a car recently (I have to say “recently” – those are all things I have done in the last year). Not that I remember, anyway.
I guess this is the beginning of the end. The aliens that burrowed into my brain and have been hiding for years are close to breaking out. Although why they’d choose to come out the back of my head instead of through my ears or nose like any self-respecting gross killer parasite, I don’t know. I’m expecting an explosion of bone and brain so, you know, keep your distance if you want to remain unspattered. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for ruining your favorite outfit.