Good morning!

*Ducking as random objects fly by my head*

I snoozed my alarm for 15 minutes this morning before forcing myself out of bed to quickly take a shower, pop my happy pills, and then race to work.  As I pulled into the parking garage I felt the familiar feeling in my brain of the little fat man lounging in his easy chair poking my frontal lobe with his sharp little finger.  YES!  A migraine threatening to force me into a dark room in a fetal position!  

You are probably thinking, “Cubicle Dweller has finally snapped” … oh, I snapped along time ago … or maybe you’re thinking, “CD is a masochist!” … well, you have to be one to work where I work, but no, that’s not why a huge smile crept across my glowing face.

I got a new drug.  One that won’t make me sick, one that won’t make me crash my car, or feel three feet thick.  Migraines are my only excuse to pop this new award winning cocktail that my wonderful mother created, poured into a zip lock baggy and shoved into my purse a few weeks ago when I was moaning that I had a migraine but couldn’t take my regular medication because it knocked me out.

She promised me that if I took these two pills and drank a cup of coffee I’d feel “gooood”.  Hey ya, she is a miracle worker!  Just one flexeril, one fiorinal, and a cup of office sludge help me fly through the day in my own little world.  As the meds kick in my brain just goes on cruise control, I will happily enter info into data bases for hours.  Now just to figure out what to do on days I don’t have a migraine … I was thinking I should begin spiking my coffee with Irish Cream.