wondered where I was?
First off, I just want to say that narcotics are bad. I would know, I overdosed on one. If, by chance you should not heed this warning about narcotics, at least choose one that you are not allergic to, and, if you’re gunna go for it, at least choose one that’s illegal. Yeah.
Okay, Christmas Eve I was proscribed vicodin for pain, which, we all know is a pretty heavy drug, prone to hallucinations and dizziness and the like. Well, I took quite a few doses, and chased them with alcohol. Wise, very wise. So, I was feeling pretty good all Christmas Eve. I woke up Christmas morning and took some more vicodin, opened presents in a daze, frankly I don’t even remember what I opened, took some more vicodin and passed out in the back seat of our family car as we drove to Lufkin to visit my grandmother. I couldn’t eat at dinner, and went to bed around eight that evening. The day after Christmas I awoke swollen, and went into the bathroom to shower. Well, I got two feet into the bathroom, and, okay…a buzz? Try a million crickets trapped in your ear drums trying to escape; a rush? There’s the rush or air against your body as it hits the ground. I blacked out on the tile floor. Okay, a few hours later I was in the ER chock full of more drugs and shots and fluids. Ah, ‘twas not a good feeling. The doctors didn’t have to pump my stomach - I had done that much for them. I was discharged in the evening and we drove home, where I crawled into bed and have not emerged until, well, now. Ha, missed Christmas, but I’m glad I’m not dead. For all of you who called and wanted to get together or just to talk, I apologize if I I was not my usual attentive self. So, for every one’s knowledge, I am highly allergic to any vicodin or penicillin related drugs, and also, my body is highly susceptible to any hallucinogen. So, I guess this is good news if you are wanting to dispose of me or something. Merry belated Christmas! Thanks to all of you who called, I’m feeling much better.
Okay, Christmas Eve I was proscribed vicodin for pain, which, we all know is a pretty heavy drug, prone to hallucinations and dizziness and the like. Well, I took quite a few doses, and chased them with alcohol. Wise, very wise. So, I was feeling pretty good all Christmas Eve. I woke up Christmas morning and took some more vicodin, opened presents in a daze, frankly I don’t even remember what I opened, took some more vicodin and passed out in the back seat of our family car as we drove to Lufkin to visit my grandmother. I couldn’t eat at dinner, and went to bed around eight that evening. The day after Christmas I awoke swollen, and went into the bathroom to shower. Well, I got two feet into the bathroom, and, okay…a buzz? Try a million crickets trapped in your ear drums trying to escape; a rush? There’s the rush or air against your body as it hits the ground. I blacked out on the tile floor. Okay, a few hours later I was in the ER chock full of more drugs and shots and fluids. Ah, ‘twas not a good feeling. The doctors didn’t have to pump my stomach - I had done that much for them. I was discharged in the evening and we drove home, where I crawled into bed and have not emerged until, well, now. Ha, missed Christmas, but I’m glad I’m not dead. For all of you who called and wanted to get together or just to talk, I apologize if I I was not my usual attentive self. So, for every one’s knowledge, I am highly allergic to any vicodin or penicillin related drugs, and also, my body is highly susceptible to any hallucinogen. So, I guess this is good news if you are wanting to dispose of me or something. Merry belated Christmas! Thanks to all of you who called, I’m feeling much better.