Once we got home, it went up to eleven. I then took a couple tylenol with codeine (APAP/Codeine #3, if you must know) and soldiered on with laundry, dishes, etc. It continued to get worse, with the side effects from the T3 making me feel worse than if I hadn't taken anything additional. Thankfully, Karen rescued me from Julian, as I had run out of mental reserves. I stayed up to make sure that laundry completed appropriately (hooray for explosive poop!) and then crashed. I woke up at 1am and was still in pain, but wasn't experiencing the other side effects that made me feel like the "after" part of the your brain on drugs commercial. So, I took another T3, and went back to bed.
I woke up shortly before 6am. My head no longer hurt at an astounding level. I don't think I'd like to fly in a pressurized airplane any time soon, nor am I interested in other high-pressure possibilities. I may be able to make it through the day, though, which will make me happy.