Wednesday, March 26, 2008

European Vacation Day 2 - Where's the Advil?

Oprah asks, “What do you know for sure?” I am not sure I know much for sure, but, in the context of this blog, as an almost-fifty-year-old person, I now know for sure that one should not travel without an adequate supply of Advil. We arrived in London at 7:00 a.m., tired and jet-lagged. We traveled around the city to get our first glimpses of the many famous London sites. Throughout the day my head felt worse and worse. By the time I went to bed, I had a throbbing headache, but I was sure that a few hours of sleep would help. I awoke at 3:00 a.m. with my head still pounding – time for the Advil. I went to my purse and rummaged through it in the dark. I took it into the toilet (not the bathroom, we are in London, after all) where I could turn on the light – no Advil! I went through my backpack, my toiletries bag, even my suitcase – no Advil! Apparently my travel bottle, which I’d made sure to fill, is sitting at home somewhere. My husband tried to help by preparing a cold compress for my forehead – no good. After two hours of suffering, I remembered that I had a supply of baby aspirin in my daily vitamin baggies. I asked my husband if he knew how many baby aspirin equaled a regular aspirin. He said three or four, meaning that I should take three or four. I thought he meant three or four per aspirin, so I took ten. Ten may have been too many, but I was finally able to go back to sleep and my headache was gone when I woke up. Today, when the pharmacy opened after the Easter Holiday, I went in and bought a new supply of ibuprofen.

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