So, I broke down tonight and called my doctor cause my head was hurting so bad that it made the other night seem like a paper cut in comparison. I was beyond desperate. I normally try to s-uck it up and deal with it, but I couldn't tonight. Didn't help that difficult child had a meltdown of huge proportions. easy child drove me to the pharmacy and even asked me, "You're not going to pass out on me, are you?" Anyway, my doctor called in hydrocodone. I know that those kinds of medications are supposed to make you drowsy. Even says so on the rx bottle. AND, pre-angioplasty it would have knocked me on my hiney. One little pill. Not so anymore. My body is tired; it feels heavy, my eyes are bleary (is that even a word?). But, my mind is going a thousand miles a minute. It. Will. Not. Stop. And it's 3:45 AM and there is NOONE to talk to. Not that they'd be talking anyway cause they'd be too busy LISTENING. To me. Rambling. About everything and nothing. At least the headache is gone. It can't hurt. It's too busy doing other things.