Today is a Migraine Day

But let's be honest, most days are, right?

So I'm getting ready to take a Vike-Spike since none of the nara-triptans work for me, and I happen to be eating a handful of almonds.

You can see where this story is going, can't you?

So I'm holding the Vike in my left hand, while eating my almonds with my right hand. Munch-munch-munch. Gobble-gobble-gobble. Happy Jocy.

Then, I pause to do something inconsequential. Distracted, I pop my last almond in my mouth.

Crunch! This one is bitter, I think. Damn Farmer's Market. Crunch! Texture is weird too. Crunch! Damnit! That is *totally* not an almond - it's my Vicodin. And now, it's in my mouth, half-chewed with a mouthful of half-chewed almonds.

I'm stumped.

I either keep chewing or swallow everything whole.

What would you do?

I sort of mushed it all around and chewed one or two more times to make sure I wouldn't choke. There's still crushed up Vike stuck in between my molars. Ugh.

Stupid, Jocelyn.