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A hungover Georgia Brixton (31) has woken up in a state of pain and panic this morning with a headache that could bring down a black rhinoceros.
Desperate to relieve her pain, Georgia crawled from her bed into her bathroom to find some kind of painkiller, morphine would be the preference but anything would do at this point. After unsuccessfully fossicking through her medicine cabinet for what seemed like hours, Georgia lay down in defeat on the cool marble tiles, which at least provided some relief.
After somehow drifting off to sleep, or perhaps just passing out, Georgia awoke for another desperate painkiller seeking mission.
It was at this point that she saw her only shining hope, an old gold tube of Voltaren gel shoved way back behind some old shampoo that she might get around to finishing one day.
Georgia paused for a moment, as if asking herself if she was really about to do this. With a sigh of defeat, and a good hard look at herself in the mirror, Georgia then rubbed the gel on her forehead and lay back down on the bathroom floor, praying that the gel would work swiftly.
More to come.
