The good news is it kind of knocked out the monster headache I gave myself after crying for two hours last night.
And even though it took a little over an hour to kick it, it did eventually drug me up enough to put me to sleep last night. Granted it was restless sleep, but without the Vicodin, I would have been laying in bed, with a nasty headache and staring at the ceiling. Wide awake.
But Vicodin's not the cure all drug.
Because that powerful painkiller? It didn't even touch the pain I'm feeling from a broken heart.
In time, I might be able to talk about it. But right now, it hurts. And makes me want to cry.