I woke up Saturday morning with a mild headache. Waking up with a headache is always a bad sign, because it means it can only get worse. So I looked in the medicine cabinent for some tylenol (the only drug I'm currently allowed to take other than progesterone), only to discover that the only tylenol in the house was tylenol pm. Normally this is just the stuff. Why would you want to do anything other than sleep when you have a headache. Since the pain would otherwise keep you awake, the combination on pain killer and sleep aid is brilliant. Except its not so brilliant when there are the embryos to consider, the embryos that are so delicate that I can not have caffine or artificial sweetners. Sigh. I didn't take anything.
Predictably the headache got worse. Then we went to out. psychohist was a real sweetie and drove, because the first choice of talking the T was clearly out of the question. Love is offering to drive to Harvard Square on a Saturday. In retrospect I should have called at the last minute and cancelled. That is what cell phones are for. On the other hand, the desire to see friends and my natural stubborness betrayed me. I had a reasonably good time in spite of the pounding in my head, but by the time I got home I was in sad shape.
I spent the rest of the day in bed. I couldn't sleep because of the pounding, but bed is quiet and dark and requires no moving. When you can feel your pulse in your temple moving is a bad plan. After the nightly shot I finally figured out that it was bad enough that I was justified in treating my husband like a minion and sent him out in search of regular tylenol. I doubted it would actually do anything, but I had to try something as I was beginning to find the opiates left over from my surgery a tempting thought.
A short time later psychohist returned with the tylenol. "Do they make tylenol in anything other than extra stength," he asked. No. He wanted to know if I wanted the full dose of two. Yes. Actually, I wanted the entire bottle, but I'd settle for two. Miraculously the tylenol did cut into the headache enough to allow me to sleep. And that is why husbands are the best invention ever.