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Confessions from a saccharin user.

It's my own fault for welcoming that Barefoot Pinot Grigio into my bloodstream. Now, I have an alcohol induced migraine. Apparently. I need Imitrex and a large water.

Lovin' Man is convinced all ailments can be cured with water. And air. Feeling droopy? You need water. And some deep breaths. Stuffy nose? Big glass of water, son. Achy muscles? Some breathing exercises oughtta do it. Drink a glass of water, too. (Well, point taken on that last one.)

I prefer pharmaceuticals. I lost my zeal for hippy remedies after watching my high maintenance boy suffer repeatedly with bronchitis and pneumonia.

I just don't have the patience for the bright eye or chamomile to kick in. I'm going with Benadryl and Mucinex. If a kid turns up with an ear infection, I am getting her the quickest relief possible, saving the garlic oil for my next stirfry. And I will surrender just about any principle to overcome a migraine and those pesky post trauma headaches that follow because they are mean to me.

Take your vitamin C or even some D but we got meds that those that went before us would've lived for. I'll not let them go to waste, should the need arise.

With a full glass of water, of course. Or iced (not herbal) tea.






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