… or Why I Became a Clinical Research Professional.
It all started because of a commitment I made when I was too young to understand into what I was getting myself. My mother had headaches, you see. Not the usual “throbbing-in-the-temples” kind of headaches, but the “gut-wrenching, totally incapacitating, rip-the-carpet-out-with-your-bare-hands” kind of headaches. Migraine, cluster headache, trigeminal neuralgia—whatever the flavor, they were bad. Really bad.latest Nike releaseAir Jordan