The pleasures of opium

This morning I woke up in quite as much pain as I was last night. I took some Excedrin Migraine (with no hope of success, but I figure, I might as well try), put an ice pack on my head and tied it into place with a bandana. Then I lay down on the living room couch and commenced to moaning and screaming.

Eventually Michael woke up and asked if I would like to go to the hospital. I said no, so he suggested the urgent care clinic. I said okay and he drove me there. It was a busy day there and the time I spent waiting could have been measured geologically. There was this little girl, about two years old, in the waiting room who kept screaming. She didn’t appear to be sick or upset, she just felt like screaming a lot, and her father did nothing to stop her. Of course this did nothing for my headache. After over an hour of this I wanted to murder both of them. Finally Michael got up and went to the receptionist and reminded her that there was a woman with a severe migraine headache in the same room with a screeching baby so could someone please do something about that? She bumped me up the list.

They gave me Demerol and I feel loads better now. My head no longer hurts — for the first time in like five days — and I feel pleasantly loopy.

Mom says I should get an MRI to see why I’ve been getting all these headaches lately. Just like three weeks ago I had a bad one that lasted several days and finally I had to go to my family doctor for a shot.