The Headache of the Soul

WHEN I was in graduate school almost thirty years ago, I had a professor whose wife was allergic (or, as the allergists would say, "intolerant" or "sensitive") to aspirin. To me, aspirin is a harmless pain reliever. To her, it was a deadly poison. On two or three occasions she nearly died from medicines prescribed by well-meaning doctors which contained small quantities of this usually innocuous drug.