"There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire,which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity;but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity."Washington Irving
Boy, can I identify with this. Whenever I get a bad Migraine, I call my parents' house to get a ride to the ER. My Dad usually answers and tells me how long it will be before he can pick me up. Immediately after hanging up, my Mother calls me back and I get the instant interrogation. It always has her asking me if I just can't tough it out. She just doesnt' understand that level of pain. She's had pain before, but nowhere near Migraine pain. She just thinks I want the heavy duty pain meds because I want a fix of narcotics, but I really need that level of medication to control the pain. She never changes her tune. Next time I have to call for a ride, I think I'll just ask my Dad to go ahead and put my Mom on the phone so she doesn't have to dial the phone.
I can't stand stubborn or stupid people.