Three years ago, Doctor sent me home with a vicodin prescription: a whole bottle, maybe a pint, of purple syrup. Heavenly stuff that took effect soon after injection. With refill!I can't say enough how good that stuff was. I was no longer in any real pain type of pain, but still sore, having a lot of trouble just getting some simple rest. I was easily agitated, cranky, couldn't sleep and frustrated to the point of tears.
This is where the vicodin came in handy.
I would load up the syringe, inject, and go lay down. Within ten minutes I would feel my whole body relax all at once, as if somebody let the air out. Muscles dissolved and bones turned to jello, eyes closed in bliss I'd float away...
It was how I got some needed rest.
This time I was given a bottle of hydrocodone w/ acetaminophen. Supposedly, it's in the same family of narcotics, I think. Only this stuff is somehow different.
Instead of a complete and total physical relaxation, I get some loosening up before I drift off slowly...
And then the show starts.
Not sure if maybe I'm not sleeping soundly enough or what, but I've been having very realistic and vivid dreams.
Dreams so real that I find myself waking up where I am not, unawares that I am at home, in my own bed. It takes a several minutes to reaclimate.
This morning I woke up in the wrong part of Gardena and couldn't find my car.
No more of this hydrocodone shit for me.
Gonna give it a day to wear off and break out the stuff I can handle, like bourbon.
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You are in California. I'm just saying...
Maybe Bourbon drip with an infusion of mint?
I never got take-out vicodin but I agree with you about the hydrocodone. It makes me all itchy and awake. Oxycontin is better for severe pain but I can't sleep on it either.
If I really have to sleep there's always the frying pan upside the head. A win-win solution that is, because the wife really enjoys doing it. (so much so that she'll often do it unasked - or sometimes I'll make some innocent remark and she'll whack me with the 12 inch cast-iron and pretend like she misheard me)
When I was in hospital following my surgery in '07, the thing that helped me was Percocet mixed into butterscotch pudding. Talk about your snack pack....
I think bourbon is a better bet, though.
The problem with the Lumberjack's "perscription" is that a blow to the side of the head just might knock Gino's head completely off, given the perforations.
Btw, I heard what the dormouse said. He's plotting against you. Not that you should be, like, paranoid or anything.
perforated from the top of one ear to the adam's apple.
right now the swelling purpling has me looking like one of those prairie chickens from the side view.
thinking about going Cesarek when this is over. it seems to work for him, so why not me???
and i'm setting traps for that dormouse. its him or me...
saw the title of this post in my Reader and immediately had to put on Jefferson Airplane.
Ahhhhhhhh. Yep, that's good stuff. ;).
(Glad the kids aren't home ... a little too much culture to try to explain.)
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