One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
I think I have never entirely understood the concept of recreational drug use.
This has probably saved me a world of trouble over the years. Oh, I more than dabbled in my youth, I am not going to fool you. This politician nonsense of "I didn't inhale (Clinton), "I wasn't a cokehead" (Bush) and "I am older and wiser now" (Obama) is not something I am going to try and sell you. I happily partook. However, even then, the fun part usually lasted not long enough, and the feeling of "OK, that was great, but can I get back to feeling normal now" was always far too long. I never found "the answer" in a bottle or a pill or a powder, and the only thing I got addicted to was nicotine. I am not blind to the pleasure that all these things can bring, I just don't get doing a lot of it.
Take the last 24 hours, for example. Yesterday, I had a root canal, which was almost as unpleasant an experience as I had been expecting. I especially loved the unintentional irrigation of my sinus with hydrogen peroxide. Have you ever gotten hydrogen peroxide in your sinus? I really, really do not recommend it. The doctor gave me a prescription for Vicodin, and I toddled off to the drugstore right away to get it filled. The drugstore was, of course, like The Fall of Saigon, right down to the people getting on helicopters from a rooftop. Anyway, it was chaos. I got up to the front to drop off my slip, and the woman said "When do you want this by?" I said "ASAP, please. I am still totally numb from novocain, but I just had oral surgery and I am sure when that wears off I will be very unhappy." Amazingly, they filled mine ahead of everyone who was ahead of me.
Nice people.
So, I started popping the Vicodin before the novocain wore off, and it has been nice not to wallow in pain (aside from waking up at 4:00 AM this morning in agony, but I just dosed again and went back to bed). I have been, other than that one gap, continually on Vicodin since about 4:00 yesterday afternoon. And I am bored with it, completely.
Sure, last night, it was fun for a while. No pain, pleasantly high, horny as all hell, not a bad thing. At this point? Boy, do I just want to feel clear-headed and normal again. Being at work high on Vicodin? Bah, what do I look like, Rush Limbaugh? Of course that isn't fun!
I am just so useless when it comes to drugs.
I make a lousy Neely O'Hara.
This has probably saved me a world of trouble over the years. Oh, I more than dabbled in my youth, I am not going to fool you. This politician nonsense of "I didn't inhale (Clinton), "I wasn't a cokehead" (Bush) and "I am older and wiser now" (Obama) is not something I am going to try and sell you. I happily partook. However, even then, the fun part usually lasted not long enough, and the feeling of "OK, that was great, but can I get back to feeling normal now" was always far too long. I never found "the answer" in a bottle or a pill or a powder, and the only thing I got addicted to was nicotine. I am not blind to the pleasure that all these things can bring, I just don't get doing a lot of it.
Take the last 24 hours, for example. Yesterday, I had a root canal, which was almost as unpleasant an experience as I had been expecting. I especially loved the unintentional irrigation of my sinus with hydrogen peroxide. Have you ever gotten hydrogen peroxide in your sinus? I really, really do not recommend it. The doctor gave me a prescription for Vicodin, and I toddled off to the drugstore right away to get it filled. The drugstore was, of course, like The Fall of Saigon, right down to the people getting on helicopters from a rooftop. Anyway, it was chaos. I got up to the front to drop off my slip, and the woman said "When do you want this by?" I said "ASAP, please. I am still totally numb from novocain, but I just had oral surgery and I am sure when that wears off I will be very unhappy." Amazingly, they filled mine ahead of everyone who was ahead of me.
Nice people.
So, I started popping the Vicodin before the novocain wore off, and it has been nice not to wallow in pain (aside from waking up at 4:00 AM this morning in agony, but I just dosed again and went back to bed). I have been, other than that one gap, continually on Vicodin since about 4:00 yesterday afternoon. And I am bored with it, completely.
Sure, last night, it was fun for a while. No pain, pleasantly high, horny as all hell, not a bad thing. At this point? Boy, do I just want to feel clear-headed and normal again. Being at work high on Vicodin? Bah, what do I look like, Rush Limbaugh? Of course that isn't fun!
I am just so useless when it comes to drugs.
I make a lousy Neely O'Hara.