Contrary to the evidence, I am not a huge fan of taking medicine in any shape, form, or method (but most especially if that method includes a needle). However, sometimes the symptoms reach a point where you are past hoping you will die and rather hope that death really won't be So Painful once you finally do. Now, I am not a stranger to pain in the least bit. The two of us have known each other for a couple o' decades now and, while we don't get along very well, I, at least, have learned to cope (as Cary Grant once said, "Insanity runs in my family... it practically gallops!" Only in this case it's disabling pain and minor to severe health issues). Migraines and I, in particular, know each other very well (consider yourself blessed if you've never met or have only come across each other once or twice). Having had them since the age of three (and maybe even earlier, but that's as far back as I remember), I've gone through many a test and doctor trying to figure out what causes them (I think at one point, before Santa Horhe got so big, I had seen every doctor and specialist in town), but it must just be some freak anomaly or genetics kicking in (I really wish either way that they'd stop). Even I, though, can only take So Much before I run off to the InstaCare, and today was ENOUGH.Oh, and PS, I'm now taking applications for the position of Best Friend. Post for more details.
