Oh my... Vicadin... Wheee!
I mentioned in an earlier post that I was not going to fill my Viacdin prescription right away because I have a philosophical issue with just getting or taking meds because I can. Especiaily when it's something narcotic. It turns out, too, that this is the "extra strength" version (higher dose) because I'd happened to mention to the endodontist that I'd had Vicadin when my wisdom teeth were removed and it actually had no affect on the pain at all.
So I'm supposed to be able to take one to two of these every 4-6 hours as needed. Not knowing how I'd respond to this stronger version, I make sure I was home, fed, dressed for bed... just in case I got really whacked. I took the first one at about 10pm. I was watching CSPAN -- a Justice oversight hearing was going on -- and after a bit (maybe 20 or 30 minutes) I suddenly realized the screen got a whole lot brighter, and I couldn't feel the pain around my jaw that had been plauging me since waking from my nap at 8pm. But otherwise, no dizziness or other wonky side affects. So after bit more time (midnight?) I went for pill two. Ah.... bliss. Very mellow, not quite drowzy. I haven't been this perfectly relaxed in a long time.... like after a kickass scene and aftercare worthy of a full page NYT advertisement. Ahhhhh....
Having stair stepped taking the second pill over time, I'm planning on taking my next antibiotic dose at 2am and then another Vicadin to avoid any pain through the night (since I only sleep about 5 hours anyway). Why did I deny myself this?
I guess the really interesting part for me is that I don't find myself crashed into oblivion on the couch and stuff. I've heard so many stories about "I get loopy even if I cut it into quarters" that I am convinced there's just something different about my body and/or brain chemistry. I'm glad for this though. It means I can get the beneficial "the bad pain goes away" stuff without the "oh fuck, I'm completely wasted and need to take a break from the world" loopy stuff.
It might even keep me in a good enough mood so that my filters still work when I return to the arrogant asshole's office tomorrow at 8am for my follow-up. Personally, I think this oral surgeon is a complete waste of time. And being that I'll likely want a different referral if any work actually needs to be done, I'm probably going to just come out and tell him so.
Ah well, all I really want is the infection to go away so I can start showing my apprection for some of these hunky bears I've been chatting with. :D :D
So I'm supposed to be able to take one to two of these every 4-6 hours as needed. Not knowing how I'd respond to this stronger version, I make sure I was home, fed, dressed for bed... just in case I got really whacked. I took the first one at about 10pm. I was watching CSPAN -- a Justice oversight hearing was going on -- and after a bit (maybe 20 or 30 minutes) I suddenly realized the screen got a whole lot brighter, and I couldn't feel the pain around my jaw that had been plauging me since waking from my nap at 8pm. But otherwise, no dizziness or other wonky side affects. So after bit more time (midnight?) I went for pill two. Ah.... bliss. Very mellow, not quite drowzy. I haven't been this perfectly relaxed in a long time.... like after a kickass scene and aftercare worthy of a full page NYT advertisement. Ahhhhh....
Having stair stepped taking the second pill over time, I'm planning on taking my next antibiotic dose at 2am and then another Vicadin to avoid any pain through the night (since I only sleep about 5 hours anyway). Why did I deny myself this?
I guess the really interesting part for me is that I don't find myself crashed into oblivion on the couch and stuff. I've heard so many stories about "I get loopy even if I cut it into quarters" that I am convinced there's just something different about my body and/or brain chemistry. I'm glad for this though. It means I can get the beneficial "the bad pain goes away" stuff without the "oh fuck, I'm completely wasted and need to take a break from the world" loopy stuff.
It might even keep me in a good enough mood so that my filters still work when I return to the arrogant asshole's office tomorrow at 8am for my follow-up. Personally, I think this oral surgeon is a complete waste of time. And being that I'll likely want a different referral if any work actually needs to be done, I'm probably going to just come out and tell him so.
Ah well, all I really want is the infection to go away so I can start showing my apprection for some of these hunky bears I've been chatting with. :D :D