Lemme Tell You Somfink
I'm in a chatty saucy mood.
For the last three days I've been pain ridden from back issues. They come and go, but I attribute this bout to moving and unpacking and cleaning. A few weeks ago when I was battling the UTI demons I also mentioned to the doctor that I was wonky tin he backy and she gave me Skelaxin (isn't that just the funniest name. Like some one asked their 15 year old what to name a muscle relaxer and the kid just blurted out, I wanna be Skelaxin YO!) But anyway. You're supposed to take the stuff like 3-4 times a day. But with the samples Lindsey the Doctor supplied me with I would have only had 3 days worth. I'm rationing that shit out. I'm only using it when absolutely necessary. She also told me to take 4 200mg Ibuprofen because that equates out to perscription strength. I've done this ritual a couple of times and received mediocre pain relief. I get more out of the heating pad than these fancy schmancy pills.
So this morning when I could barely roll out of bed I took a Skelaxin and a left over low dose hydrocodon from when I jacked my back in November. I did this on an empty stomache because I'm a moron. AND WOOO DOGGY I'm loopy as fuck.
At work.
I'm not giggly or retarded acting but I feel like I'm sitting about half an inch outside of my body right now. Just a bit detatched. But mission has been accomplished. I am not hurting. I hope this shit doesn't wear off. It's actually rather pleasant being at work right now. I don't think I could get a mad on even if I wanted to.