|Point out on the doll where the mean migraine touched you!|
The absolute best part of spending the entire day in ER with a face-melting migraine is when they have you read the new(ish) policy of no narcotics through bleary and pain-spotted eyes. “Did you understand the policy, Mr. McCandless?” I was asked by the nurse. Really? I have to take a reading comprehension test when it’s obvious my mental capacity has been diminished to that of an 8-year-old who wants to curl up in a ball and consider being tapped on the head with a ball peen hammer as a viable option?
But the capper, the real cherry on top, was being given a drug that made me nervous, paranoid AND did nothing for the brain-splitting pain I came in for in the first place.
I did like the Benadryl though. Made me sleep through the worst.