So, it turns out that my mystery ailment (the weird sensation of having a crayon poked it the inside of my head, and all that) is a sinus infection.
I really love my doctor. She's a sweetie-pie and a hell of a diagnostician. She figured this out almost instantly.
I'm realizing that all the exhaustion leading up to our move, and my chronic "no visible symptoms ailments" were probably this sinus thing. I was so miserable during the period leading up to our move. All the time that I was scraping wallpaper, I was feeling pathetic, and wanting to cry, which wasn't helping the tasks that needed doing get done. I thought I was just a lazy slacker who couldn't keep up with the workload.
I do still have a pocket of spinal fluid in my brain, and I'll be following up on all that. The neurologist tells me not to worry.
Right now, I'm at home, feeling like a have a flu. This is surely the sinus thingy.
I'll be happy when this is over, when my ears unclog, and I don't feel stupid and exhausted all the time.
(The sculpture by Gehard Demetz has nothing to do with anything in this post. Beautiful, isn't it?)