All I Want for Xmas is a Migraine Pill

I woke up, had breakfast started to go about my day.
I felt the migraine sneak up behind me and try to beat me silly.
I thought, 'You bastard, not this time.' and went for my meds.
Damn bottle is empty.
I drove to the pharmacy for a refill, through unending bumper to bumper traffic.
The pharmacy tech told me my prescription had expired.
I drove back hom through unending bumper to bumper traffic.
I called the doc to ask him to phone in a refill to a closer pharmacy.
The nurse told me pleasantly it would take a few hours.
I called the new pharmacy to check if they got it.
They did.
They have a backlog of prescriptions and it will take a few hours to fill it.
Oh, and they also told me there is a terrible traffic jam in front of their store.
Very bad words are on the tip of my tongue as the skin is splitting off my skull and peeling back so my eyeballs can shoot out of my head and splatter on the far wall.
I am trying not to say the very bad words because even the sound of my own voice makes my head feels like a crazed woodpecker is trapped inside it and trying to escape.

In spite of that all, may you each have a very Merry Christmas.