While I was busy packing, surrounded by pukers, I may have overdid it. A little.
I woke up at 12:30 AM with a throbbing migraine. The entire contents of the medicine cabinet are on the bedroom dresser. This is the fall out from packing, cleaning, and painting the bathroom.
Feeling my way to the Imitrex box, I popped one out, and swallowed it; hobbled downstairs and made an ice pack, then settled back on the bed and waited for the effects of the miracle migraine medicine to begin.
I fell asleep.
I woke at 2:30 AM, migraine banging away and my neck feeling like a bomb was going to explode out the side. PRESSURE. THROBBING PRESSURE.
Fuck. A mother of a migraine. A two Imitrex migraine.
The well worn routine was repeated.
Mother fucker. 5:30 AM and I'm praying to the porcelain. Is it the migraine or has the flu made it's way to me....
I debate whether to take another Imitrex. Insurance only allows me 9 pills a month. But the movers are coming at 8 AM on Wednesday and the schedule has no room for mom to take a day off over the weekend. I NEED to kick the evil pain out.
This time I happen to turn on a light.
As I go to pop out another Imitrex, I ALMOST mistake the Imodium Advanced anti diarrhea medicine for the Imitrex. Yikes. Close call.
I vague feeling sweeps over me and I look at each of the boxes. They are not lined up in the order they would have been in the medicine cabinet. I count the pills.
Son of a bitch. I was taking the Imodium all night instead of the Imitrex.