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Hurry up and mainline something. For your sake I hope it’s only the withdrawal. My husband gets those too when he doesn’t get his full tank of coffee either.

I’ve had the thermos of coffee and a couple of ibuprofen and it’s bearable. But, you know, headaches are funny things. However you get them, they don’t necessarily respond to efforts to put them out.

Well, spank me silly and call me Mildred. There’s a sheet of ice blanketing the city and the kids get another snow day.

We’re getting that tomorrow morning, I think.

Hmm, I’m trying to remember something. It’s either Excedrin or Tylenol that gets absorbed quicker to do it’s business when taken with caffiene. I’ll go with Excedrin. Back in the day when I could tolerate caffiene, if I had a headache, it resolved pretty quick when I slugged it down with a Coke.
I hope you find relief soon weasel. Nothing worse than a headache while at work.

It’s down to a manageable buzz, thanks.

Tylenol never did anything for me. AFAIK, it’s aspirin that’s potentiated by caffeine…I think Excedrin and some of the other proprietary pain relievers had both aspirin and caffeine.

I used to take beaucoups of aspirin, back when I smoked and got minor buzzy headaches a lot. It didn’t do my stomach any favors, and I find ibuprofen works best for a lot of things. It doesn’t have the same heart benefits, though.

I had to give up coffee (temporarily) years ago and hated it. The headaches stopped after a few days, but I still missed my morning Starting Fluid.

I really shouldn’t drink it now (prostate inflammation) but…well…fuggit! Ya gotta die of something!

I find that scotch and sleep administered in alternatingly increasing dosages constitute the best answer to a headache.

Failing the ability to follow this regime, I find Tylonel works the fastest for me, but won’t cut the serious headaches. That requires three aspirin, quiet and time. Advil is a waste of time in a bottle.

Intravenous caffeine is the only solution. STAT!

Advil is for muscle. joint, and bruise pain. It’s not worth limp dick on a headache – IMHO.

Scotch works…

Decaf is the devil’s brew.

I’m an ex-smokist too. People often ask me ‘Z0MG you gave up smoking! How did you do that?’ to which I reply, ‘Well, basically I…stopped putting those little white things in my mouth and lighting one end.’ They usually get all offended then and say, ‘Why do you have to be so rude? All I was doing was making conversation. Your shoulders are really broad though – do you lift weights?’ to which I reply, ‘Listen lady, I’m sorry I cut all the flowering heads off your daffodils and tulips. I told you, I was feeling a bit off that day. And I’ve offered to compensate you monetarily.’
Decaffeinated coffee, decocainised Coca-Cola…what next? Degunpowdered fireworks? Stop taking the business ingredient out of the fun things in life, you jerks!

‘Why do you have to be so rude? All I was doing was making conversation. Your shoulders are really broad though – do you lift weights?’

That was rather an odd change in focus. Was her name ‘Sybil’?

I, too, am an ex fumador de cigarrillos. It was a side effect of my Titanium Knob ™ transplant. The opiates apparently “quitted” me painlessly. I call it my “gift” and bless its miraculous occurrence every effing day. I could never quit before…

I wonder how many Weasel Minions are also ex-smokeys? Birds of a feather, and all that.

Decaf. Yecchh.

Uncle B started it.

Yeah. That’s right. I QUIT FOR LOVE.

Back when kids could buy cigarettes, when my mother sent me up to buy hers, I bought a pack for myself once or twice and hid it in the bushes. I tried inhaling and my lungs screamed. That is as far as it went. In the sixth grade.

That’s dedication, Weaz.

I’m an ex-smoker too. I used the Patch and it helped a lot. Does anyone know how long it takes before we stop hacking up nasty blobs of stuff?

Looks like something from Fallout 🙂

Enas, for the first couple of years, I got one cold after another. I’m not the first to have observed that phenomenon, either. It’s like naked pink lungs, exposed to viruses for the first time, don’t have any defenses.

So I was hacking up goobers for YEARS.

I guess I have a ways to go, then. It’s usually only one or two goobers a day, thank goodness, and they hack up easy.

Yes, yes – I confess it all: now please make the torment stop! It was I. I made The Weasel stop smoking, though only after I had inadvertently undergone a ‘miraculous cure’ myself. And, anyway, I didn’t actually say a word to her. She stopped because she knew what would happen if a newly non-smoking badger tried to occupy the same hole as a still furiously smoking weasel.

I’d tell y’all (is that right? I’m still learning) how it came about, my miraculous cure, but I’ve dined-out so often on the tale that I’d blow my cover if I retold it here. Suffice it to say that I’d consulted a traditional Chinese physician about an entirely unrelated problem and was cured, more or less overnight, from what wasn’t so much a habit as a reflex action. Like breathing. Blinking. Lighting another Marlboro.

I liked smoking, I really did. I’d light-up first thing in the morning and stub the last one out minutes before sleeping. I’d absolutely no intention of stopping and equally absolutely no desire to do so – not least because it had got to the point in the UK, about a decade ago, where leprosy was the preferred social option and that kind of fashionista social disapprobation makes me… want… to… do… things. The bad things. The ones that mother always warned about when I looked at the knife drawer.

But I digress. I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t intend to. I was stopped by a sleight of Oriental hand – a little Chinese lady doctor who didn’t like her patients smoking and knew how to stop us. Well, one of us, at any rate.

Thank you, Dr Li – wherever, you are, tonight. You might have saved two of us.

Back when I could have caffeine and sugar, I’d mix coffee with hot cocoa mix, make my own mochas. I could drink those one after another, great stuff. You get good coffee here in the Northwest. Good, good coffee, even in the stores.

I prefer the Airborne Propblast but it’s all good.
“Sleep is a Crutch”