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Took my first Vicodin yesterday.
A little background: the doctor I've been seeing for the shoulder impairment prescribed these things last year, and I've had the bottle sitting around since last May. He first prescribed actual Vicodin, but I got a bit pissed and said I didn't want any addictive drugs, thank you. He then turned around and gave me a scrip for hydrocodone, thinking I'd just take it without question. Uh, no. I googled it and found out that it's...Vicodin. The generic name. Fucking hell.
So it's been sitting in my medicine cabinet ever since. But on Monday I somehow managed to yank a muscle in my other shoulder, hard. I mean REALLY hard. Don't know how I did it. I just reached to get a jar off my kitchen cabinet, which isn't even above shoulder height, and RRRRANGGGGG!!! OWGODDAMNNITOWOWOWOWOW!!! You know how that is? FUCK.
So after two days of suffering, I thought FUCK THIS and decided to take one of those yellow Pills From Hell. If it would help the pain go away, I'd risk it. I drank a glass of OJ and took the motherfucker, laid down on my heating pad and waited.
I gotta say, I have NO IDEA why anyone takes this shit other than for real pain. It's DREADFUL. I HATE IT. Yeah, I got high, but it's a woozy, nauseous, dizzy kind of high. I felt like I'd just got off a fucking rollercoaster that really upset my stomach. Disgusting. And you know, it didn't even knock the pain out, just lessened it to where it wasn't making want to punch myself in the head. I couldn't WAIT to come down.
It did seem to help though, as I woke up this morning to very reduced ouchness. It's still sore, but not anywhere near as bad as it has been. I figure by Saturday I should be mostly okay if I don't push it.
But DAMN...I really don't get the illicit use thing. This is the LAST high I'd call fucking fun. Other than Ketamine, that is. Anyone who takes THAT is a goddamn lunatic.
Took my first Vicodin yesterday.
A little background: the doctor I've been seeing for the shoulder impairment prescribed these things last year, and I've had the bottle sitting around since last May. He first prescribed actual Vicodin, but I got a bit pissed and said I didn't want any addictive drugs, thank you. He then turned around and gave me a scrip for hydrocodone, thinking I'd just take it without question. Uh, no. I googled it and found out that it's...Vicodin. The generic name. Fucking hell.
So it's been sitting in my medicine cabinet ever since. But on Monday I somehow managed to yank a muscle in my other shoulder, hard. I mean REALLY hard. Don't know how I did it. I just reached to get a jar off my kitchen cabinet, which isn't even above shoulder height, and RRRRANGGGGG!!! OWGODDAMNNITOWOWOWOWOW!!! You know how that is? FUCK.
So after two days of suffering, I thought FUCK THIS and decided to take one of those yellow Pills From Hell. If it would help the pain go away, I'd risk it. I drank a glass of OJ and took the motherfucker, laid down on my heating pad and waited.
I gotta say, I have NO IDEA why anyone takes this shit other than for real pain. It's DREADFUL. I HATE IT. Yeah, I got high, but it's a woozy, nauseous, dizzy kind of high. I felt like I'd just got off a fucking rollercoaster that really upset my stomach. Disgusting. And you know, it didn't even knock the pain out, just lessened it to where it wasn't making want to punch myself in the head. I couldn't WAIT to come down.
It did seem to help though, as I woke up this morning to very reduced ouchness. It's still sore, but not anywhere near as bad as it has been. I figure by Saturday I should be mostly okay if I don't push it.
But DAMN...I really don't get the illicit use thing. This is the LAST high I'd call fucking fun. Other than Ketamine, that is. Anyone who takes THAT is a goddamn lunatic.