As long as we're talking about painkillers, let me request that you make a point of not ignoring other pain because you are on painkillers for something else. I.e., my aunt ended up with crazy internal problems at least partly because she ignored the pain for so long, at least partially thanks to the percoset she takes for other issues.

The codeine-related drugs don't make me feel floaty; they make me feel fine. The niggling worries and pain go away, and I realize how infrequently I feel fine. I hoard my leftovers for the truly horrible days and for days I hurt myself.

If you need to double up on something, TB, you can take four ibuprofen, which is the prescription dose.

I don't know who Saget is, but I wish RIO would check in.

What Jesse said.

Not quite the same thing, but my mom's brain tumors went undiagnosed because when her migraine meds stopped controlling the pain her doctor wrote her off as drug seeking rather than looking further, even though the symptoms were not right.

I find that two ibu and two tylenol work better than four ibu. (Actually I was adding two Naxo as well) That was what I used to get rid of migraines. Is that risky? (Well I gather that delaying the Naxo a couple of hours is safer.)

I was just asking the pharmacist about differences between Naxo and Ibu (this was for my back pain). She said a couple of things that were interesting. That Naxo doesn't really work for everyone, but if it does work for you it's preferred. However, it is far more important to respect dosage and time delays on Naxo than it is for Ibu.

I'm not a fan of the floaty-head feeling, but it beats having throbs of pain playing the Macarena on my jawbone. I wouldn't be taking stuff like this for fun though. Back when I drank I generally chose to stop before the tipsy, uncoordinated phase set in. (Light buzz and flush of warmth = good, slurring and tripping over garbage cans = bad)

Naproxen sodium is my committed life-partner, though. It almost always heads off migraines into just a fragile feeling and some mild light sensitivity if I can take it as soon as I start seeing auras.

Late breaking confirmation of Jon Hamm's sartorial choices.

Argument for serial comma (actual story description): Merle Haggard: The documentary was filmed over three years. Among those interviewed were his two ex-wives, Kris Kristofferson and Robert Duvall. [link]

Jo Walton offers her take on this:

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Some people may say we've seen it all before, but I thought Merle Haggard was a truly classic cowboy film.

Here we have two men riding into a small town, two very different men who have nothing in common except that each of them bears the scars of having spent a decade being married to Merle. We can see the way Merle (and Merle's aftermath) has shaped both of their lives -- and Merle, although dead before it begins, shapes the film the same way.

Duvall is a cowboy, taciturn, reclusive, and you can still see how very gorgeous he must have been when he was young. Kristofferson is a singer who won Merle away from Duvall with a song. (The chords of the song haunt the movie, but we do not hear the words until the end.) They were once rivals for Merle's love, but now that Merle has been murdered they have to work together. They come to what's first a grudging respect for each other and later an actual friendship with just a hint of romance. The final shootout is beyond tense, and the last moments brought tears to my eyes.

People will compare this with the old chestnut Brokeback Mountain, but the difference goes far deeper than just shepherds vs cowboys. Brokeback Mountain focused on the angst of being gay and a shepherd. Merle Haggard leaves the angst out -- these men are rough Westerners who just happen to love other men. And lets face it, the position of women in the Old West has always been ambiguous. The lives and loves of cowboys have always been each other -- Merle Haggard just makes explicit what so many other films from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on have left implicit. What women we do see are well done -- Kristofferson's sister-manager, Duvall's niece, and Sue, the saloon-keeper who knows everybody's secrets. The film is stronger in that nobody questions the direction of anybody's sexuality, it turns instead on who they love and how long love lasts. All right, the real Old West wasn't like that, but it wasn't like Shane either, and people always make films for a modern sensibility.

It's nonsense to call Merle Haggard a documentary, however. This is a western pure and simple. I'm glad I saw it, and I shall be buying the DVD as soon as it's available.

Oh, Jon Hamm -- don't ever change.

Whoo! I am body achey today too, but for a good reason. I finished the floor and the two wood racks for the woodshed. I posted to flickr, but am on phone internet only so can`t link, but am very pleased with myself for more minor homeowner stuff. The SO split a bunch of the oak, but we have a good bit more left. So we`ll have almost a cord. More if you count last season`s leftover cedar. Yay! And tonight there will be chili and hockey and knitting by the woodstove.