I'm fine. Two days removed from the headache that started it all and a day after my ER debacle, I'm almost back to normal (minus the usual appetite). Turns out, I probably shouldn't have taken a rather strong migraine pill on a 15-hour empty stomach. I probably also shouldn't have taken that pill (manufactured in India, bought in East Africa) 19 months after its expiration date. But who can read a label with a splitting headache? Ok, maaaaybe I should have thrown away those pills awhile ago. But now that I know all I can get here is a double-dose of tylenol, those last two old super-pills seem kind of valuable.
Next time I have a problem, I'll probably avoid the ER. I may open up our old Where There is No Doctor book and rely on its always-fun pencil drawings of contusions and homemade operating techniques. I just hope I don't die of dysentery on the Oregon Trail.
The worst part of all of this is that Sunday when my headache was starting to fade and my stomach pains were coming on strong, I ate a bowl of guacamole. Now I can't imagine wanting to eat guacamole. What am I going to do with the other 7 avocados I bought at the market?