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After school I walked to work. And I’m shocked to say it actually felt good. The fresh air, the quiet, the sun beating down on me—it all made my head feel a lot better. By the time I got there I was bone-tired, but I almost wished I could have kept on walking. As soon as I stopped, the headache came rushing back.
I hobbled down the stairs (no more elevators for this hominid), made it to Poison Control, and then slumped into a chair.
“You look terrible,” Nancy said.
“Oh, honey,” my mom agreed.
“Is it possible to die of reverse poisoning?” I asked them.
“Only two ways to handle it,” Nancy said. “Either go back on caffeine and the chemicals, or ride it out.”
“I don’t have a choice,” I said. “I have to do this.”
My mother typed something into her computer, and read what she found. “
