Killer Migraine from Outer Spaaaace

Man, I had a doozy yesterday. Woke up with a headache. Well, what I call a headache wasn't my head hurting, but hurting when I tested by shaking it. The brain-sloshy feeling that says "Hello, I am a baby migwaine!" I took something.
The headache got worse. I detected some stuffiness, and figured allergies were the trigger, so I added dyphen and a couple squirts of nasal spray. (SO NERDY, NASAL SPRAY!)
And then it became a migraine.
And worse. I called King to let him know there would be no parent's meeting and to warn him he was entering the headache zone. (Sometimes, like once every two years, the migraines are so bad King is required at home.)
I was on the phone with Lisa (arcana_j), when I said, "Call me back in ten minutes, I have to barf."
So I did that, then found the Bayer PM and took some.

Lisa called back. I am not sure what we talked about. I'm thinking about that. Nope. Can't recall.
The dyphen in the Bayer kicked in. Dizziness began in earnest just as King walked in the door. I fell in to bed, stoopid with dyphen, my gooood friend dyphen. It was 6PM. I didn't move until 4AM.

Now I am hungry, but Subway isn't open. Damn you, Subway.