Why, that almost makes it sound…poetic. I wish I could come up with a similar metaphor for my migraines.
“The tiger was rattling his chains in the brain box 'till Mr. Zomig saved the day with his healing gaze…”
Heheh… guess whose mom accidently brought the keys home to the hospital’s narcotic closet…
[sub]Please do not take that deviously winking smilie, seriously. I am a good little roo. Promise.[/sub]