Glory to God for Imitrex. I'm still struggling through this headache - Day 3 or 4? Last night was killer, so much so that I went to my precious stockpile of drugs for terrible temporal pain. (Only one past-due-date Imitrex left!) Killer became killer-er as I stubbornly refused to turn off the movie I was watching. And not because it was a masterpiece, but because I wanted to send it back to Netflix this morning.
He he he. I probably deserve the pain for being such an idiot.
The movie was Into the Wild, and I felt like I was dying with Mr. Supertramp. My eyes were watering from the pain - not tears, you understand. I wanted to shout at the TV: "Give me some of those poisonous wild potato seeds, Wolf Boy!" Man, medicinal marijuana never sounded so good.
Maybe I make stupid decisions like this because I'm hanging on too tightly to nighttime being my time, with all the kids in bed. Or it might could be that I just ain't too bright, coz.
"Last night, however, won't be repeated," he says with, perhaps, a modicum of resolve.
By the way, the medicine didn't work as fast as I'd have liked. But while I went to bed in what felt like my death throes, I woke up feeling brand-spanking new. And that makes even a nearly thirty dollar pill seem worth the price.