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| 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.
Thanks
stars!
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