The migraine has taken up residence in my body, trying to spread democracy. The migraine assumed it would be viewed as a liberator to my poor, entrapped body. But this is not the case. If I didn’t feel quite so much like dying, I might try to fight it. Instead, I think I’ll go home and hide under the covers until it can no longer fund its military take over.
Perhaps one day my doctor will call me back and tell me she’s found medicine for me. But, since it’s been over 4 hours since I last talked to them, I’ve lost hope that this will actually occur.
Oh well, only 7 more months until I can take all the pain medication in the world….
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