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I had a migraine.
I wasn’t supposed to.
I just had a nice new dose of Botox to freeze my brain.
I can’t feel my forehead so I shouldn’t have headaches. But as I was lying on a yoga mat, trying to straighten my leg without falling over, my vision went funny. I ignored it until there was no denying what was happening. I dug through my purse looking for my migraine meds as I hurried to my car.
I hadn’t had a migraine for a year or so and the pill in my purse was old. Very old.
I peeled open the aluminum packaging and the pill crumbled to a powder.
Now migraines make me a bit loopy. The pain was already starting and I knew it was going to be bad. So I stood on the street, in front of a local distillery, licking white powder off of my hands like a mad woman.
I looked up, saw the distillery, and for a split second I wanted to yell: “I have a migraine” just in case anyone was watching my intense drug-seeking actions. But the pain was building. I realized I didn’t care and hurried home.
I decided that in case someone did see me and that person happens upon this blog, I want you to know:
I may have ingested as much of that white powder as I could,
But I never inhaled.