The Advil of SHAME
Jun. 4th, 2009 04:04 pmSo, a couple of months ago I dropped an Advil gelcap in my car. It dove into my crumb-n-coin-filled cupholder and made itself comfortable in there. I didn't bother to fish it out because even while part of my brain said "yuck! crumbs! dirty!" part of my brain said "ah, leave it; eventually you'll be glad it's there, even if you think it's gross now, because an extra Advil is ALWAYS welcome." Which is true, particularly for those of us who have frequent, mostly-manageable pain.
Yesterday my back was hurting me, and driving was making it worse, so after taking the one Advil I had in my purse (which anyone who's a regular Advil devotee knows is like saying I ate one skittle or one M&M), I proceeded to cuss myself out for not having more Advil. Since I was on the highway and wouldn't be able to stop to buy any for half an hour or more, I was not happy. But my brain reminded me, "you have the Advil of SHAME!" Yes, one crumb-covered, coin-tasting, 3-month old Advil. After triple-checking my purse, I decided to give in and dig out the unsanitary Advil of Shame, rather than let my back go on getting worse.
And of course when I went to get it, it wasn't there, because I had gulped down that fucker without a second thought during a round of cramps, when I know no shame and very little common sense either. So I have now taken floor advil, pocket advil (something I never hesitate over; a little lint never hurt anyone), fell-in-the-cup-of-water advil, sink advil, and cupholder advil. I am pleased to say that I have never resorted to fell-in-the-toilet advil, but that's a matter of luck, not pride, I suspect.
Long live Advil!
Yesterday my back was hurting me, and driving was making it worse, so after taking the one Advil I had in my purse (which anyone who's a regular Advil devotee knows is like saying I ate one skittle or one M&M), I proceeded to cuss myself out for not having more Advil. Since I was on the highway and wouldn't be able to stop to buy any for half an hour or more, I was not happy. But my brain reminded me, "you have the Advil of SHAME!" Yes, one crumb-covered, coin-tasting, 3-month old Advil. After triple-checking my purse, I decided to give in and dig out the unsanitary Advil of Shame, rather than let my back go on getting worse.
And of course when I went to get it, it wasn't there, because I had gulped down that fucker without a second thought during a round of cramps, when I know no shame and very little common sense either. So I have now taken floor advil, pocket advil (something I never hesitate over; a little lint never hurt anyone), fell-in-the-cup-of-water advil, sink advil, and cupholder advil. I am pleased to say that I have never resorted to fell-in-the-toilet advil, but that's a matter of luck, not pride, I suspect.
Long live Advil!
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