3 Idiots was an almost perfect painkiller - except for some pain from the pants and upright position about halfway through, I was all wrapped up in the story and because it was at the theatre, unable to pause and move around, causing myself more pain.
(3 Idiots is really good - I laughed, I cried, I wrote a cliche.)
But the worst pain killer is my pain medication.
I requested a liver test this year (just another thing to test when the vampires take my blood) and everything was fine.
I react to medications very quickly - within a week or so, what "should" take a month to work, has already worked and stopped working for me. So I build up a tolerance to pain medication quickly.
And run into so many headaches - why are you out of this a week before your appointment?
Because if I followed your directions, I'd be in the ER!
But that's "angry," don't "yell," or "I'm leaving." (Way to be supportive Mom - yes I over analyzed everything, I've been dealing with horrid pain for a week! Because I followed the directions.)
So the polite thing is to just grit my teeth and explain for what feels like the millionth time that "One pill does not last 6 hours."
And of course it's fucking invisible. When I had visible indicators of pain, no one quibbled.
The worst part is that over the last couple weeks, I have been denied the one "safe" place for the people with chronic pain - the bed. Laying down hurts. Taking a deep breath hurts.
I am so tired, and not just because it is 3 am. (Wasn't I going to watch a Punjabi movie a million years ago?)