|Well, if you're going to be all mystical about it!|
It’s nice when the stars align.
Like, say you get a migraine so debilitating and painful that you end up going to the emergency room. Sure, they treat you like a druggie looking for a quick fix, but at least you get to spend all day away from your family and suffering in pain while lying on an uncomfortable bed in a room that is meat-freezer cold.
The next day, though, you go in for your migraine Botox of 31 shots and your doctor says, “Wow, you had a really bad day. What meds do we need to get you?”
Thirty-one shots, and a couple of renewed scripts and you’re practically dancing out of the medical office.