Except that I did today. Let me back up.
I came to work with a very slight headache today - so slight that I didn't bother taking anything for it because I figured my morning coffee would take care of it. Instead, it grew into a full-on migraine, including nausea. So I had the hubby look up the nearest CVS and left work to go buy some Excedrin. Except the CVS wasn't where it was supposed to be (bad Google Maps). So I called the hubby and had him redirect me to a new CVS, taking deep breaths so I could avoid pulling over and puking on the side of the road. And then I passed Dunkin Donuts and pulled onto a major local road. And then I got pulled over for being on my cell phone without a headset.
Let me explain. Ordinarily, I avoid talking on the phone while driving. If my phone rings, I am that person that will actually either pull over or ignore the call most of the time. If I know it'll be short, I might answer it, but I keep that call under 30 seconds, I swear. If I see a cop, I put the phone in my lap. This time, however, I was so distracted by the construction crew in my head and the hurricane in my stomach that I didn't see the cop car until he was pulling me over.
Me: Hello officer.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Me: Cell phone. (Feeling too ill for complete sentences at this point.)
Officer: ... (Okay, I have no idea what he said next because I was trying not to lean out the window and puke on his shoes.)
Me: Yes, sir. It's just that I have a really bad migraine right now and my husband was giving me directions to the CVS and--
Officer: (cuts me off) Yes, but you cannot be on a hand held cell phone. License, registration, and insurance card please.
I hand him these without a word and he goes back to the squad car. I then start to cry. No, not cry, SOB. Like the cartoon characters whose eyes are squinched shut with tears flying out in arcs on both sides while their mouth hangs open going, "Uh huh huh... waaaaaaah!" That was me. The cop came back to the car, handed me back my documentation and a ticket (which didn't have an amount on it, but the hubby looked it up and said it'll be $100 - $100??!!??!!). Totally ignoring my crying, he said something to me about not doing this again; I said, "Okay" and then he walked away. I found a CVS, bought Excedrin and a Coke Zero, and went back to work.
The three Excedrin express gels have worked wonders, but I still feel a bit spacey and pukey. But I feel well enough to have eaten lunch (when don't I feel well enough to shove food in my face?) and to now do work until I get to leave at 3:30 for my three day weekend.