I took the day off today to further my ankle recovery. Ankle recovery involves limping through Walgreens to buy an Ace bandage and fill my Percocet prescription while browsing the weird hair and makeup offerings as I wait for my hillbilly heroin.
Percocet is an amalgam of oxycodone and acetaminophen. Percocet is also known to be highly addictive amongst the privileged teen set. Percocet scares the ever-living shit out of me. Now, I've never been one to take drugs just for the hell of it and I've never really ran with the druggy crowd. So it's not like I'm worried that I'm going to take one of these little pills, only to spiral down to a point where I'm starring in an hour-long documentary on A&E where I tell America how I blow 50-year-old insurance agents for $20 so I can buy Perc from a 70-year-old cancer patient and then proceed to pick all the skin off from my face. I know what drug withdrawal is like. When I was in the hospital I was hooked up to a morphine pump on and off for about 3 weeks and spent another week hooked up to a Fentanyl epidural. When you've spent a month dialed into I.V. narcotics for pain control, only to be barely weaned off of it with Toradol and oral Vicodin, all I can say is I know how fucking shitty the clammy drug sweats feel like. And they suck...hard.
So now I have these pain pills and my ankle fucking hurts, but I don't really want to take them, but I've shelled out the $3.50 to take them home. I also have an irrational fear that I'm going to swallow one before bed, stop breathing, and then be summarily found 8 days later after my neighbors complain about the smell, surrounded by two very fat cats who have chewed my face off. This is what happens when you grow up with a hypochondriac, neurotic mother.
So, instead of taking a legally prescribed pain medication to ease the dull throb in my foot, I'm finishing my second beer and planning to head to bed. God damn you Intervention!
Monday, March 31, 2008
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I was on the huge horse-pill percocets for a year, prior to a back surgery. When I woke up from the surgery they had to give me the fent, because I had a huge tolerance to opiates. I went cold turkey five days after surgery. It fucking sucked ass. I didn't sleep for three days and deve;loped RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME!!! (I wish I could make that sound all echoy & reverby like in a commercial)
God damn, I love the show "Intervention". Drugs are not glamorous.
I wouldn't worry to much about becoming addicted - you have to have a seriously addictive personality to have it happen that quick - otherwise, it'll take a few months.
That's the one good thing about cancer - all the pain pills hehe. Nothing like having a medicine chest full of oxycontin, percocet, vicodin, darvocet, etc etc.
dude, take the percs. they are amazing for pain relief!
don't take ambien. that shit scares me because when i started taking them a few weeks ago, it felt like i was on acid and that was never fun for me in high school!
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