The "M" word

I fought a tough battle, but lost to a vicious migraine last night. I was so doped up by the end of the evening I couldn't speak coherently, and I was still in agonizing pain. Next time I get struck with a whopper, I might call up Max and see if I can take a hit or two of his oxygen, I've heard some people get relief from something as simple (and less toxic to my liver and kidneys, as well as not being a narcotic so I could still be a participating parent) as oxygen, but I'd like to try it before taking the path to get O2 at home. I'm willing to mooch from a 3 year old for some relief.
I seriously considered going to the ER last night, but decided that 1. I didn't want Larry to have to load up everyone in the car at midnight, 2. I didn't want to pay for a cab, 3. It was torture to roll over in bed, so the thought of traveling to a place with 4. Fluorescent lights with my migraine was not appealing, and 5. I think our ER co-pay is like $250, which sounded totally worth it if not for 1-4. I did have a very vivid dream once I finally lost consciousness. It was very different than any other dream I've ever had...
So I'm a zombie today, with residual pain and very colorful urine (tmi?).
I had a couple of cute pictures to post from our visit with Kate and her kids, but they'll have to wait, but here is a picture that puts a smile on my face every day