it's not a tumah!

I've had the WORST headache of my life. A blinding headache if you will. It's been happening for DAYS. My loving husband has made fun of me because I have supposedly been switching words around and haven't even noticed it. For example: My nephew said he wanted to get his face painted, and I'd say, "Oh nephew, why on earth would you want to get your paint faced?" It sounded completely normal to me! I guess I've been doing that regularly for the past couple of days while this headache has persisted. I feel it all in the front and top of my head. It's THROBBING. I can even feel my heartbeat in my head. I've tried relaxing, and even took some ty.len.ol yesterday. The headache woke me up from a deep sleep at 4 a.m. which is why I'm writing this. I had one of my hypochondriac moments where I thought that maybe I'm suffering from a brain tumor. My husband, hearing me stir before I got up asked me what's wrong. I said that I have that same bad headache, and that I thought maybe it was a brain tumor. This is where my husband truly shines, because in his best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression he says, "it's not a tumah" --- then followed that with "go back to bed."
Perhaps not a tumor, more likely hormones or sinuses or the fact that we just had 3 straight days of rain? I'm going to take some medicine and see if I can't fall back asleep.