When you turn forty, you will want to feel young. You will want to go back and reclaim your glory days. You will do anything to avoid seeming weak. Just… please remember to eat food when you take that ibuprofen. The nausea and misery that will come from those pills hitting your undiluted stomach acid (like Gollum wearing a bandolier of nuclear hand grenades as he swan-dived into Mount Doom) will ruin any pain-relief you thought you had found.












