My favorite Holiday
Of course it only has to do with the fact that my mom makes delicious food and I eat like a pig. It's my least favorite holiday because we are celebrating the massacre of a Native people who were just minding their own business when ships full of "other people" decided to claim a land, that was already occupied!, for themselves. I kinda turn angry hippie around the holidays yet I still participate. I don't think that makes me hypocritical. It just makes me a sucker for good food and gifts.
Anywayz, I have been feeling pretty good at home. After my short stint back on the ward I got a lot of energy back and a lot of drugs too. The energy part is awesome because it doesn't take me 30 minutes to get up and down the stairs anymore. The drug part makes the stairs just as difficult as before because I'm in constant concern that I'm just going to fall asleep and tumble down them. The pain med they gave me is this precious little pill called Methadone. It works amazingly. It totally alleviated my pain by distracting with the fact I had no idea what was going on around me. The first time I took it, I was still in the hospital getting ready to leave. I was looking out my window dreamily and spotted this large area full of parked cars. My first thought was "When did a car dealership get in front of the hospital?" It's called a parking garage! From there, it only got fuzzier.
Every couple of hours I was just passing out for no reason. I fell asleep on the toilet, the kitchen table, my laptop. I almost fell asleep in my closet one day but I could feel myself falling forward. That little pill is heavy duty. I guess that's why its such a good pain pill cause the last thing I'm even thinking about is my pain. I've cut my dosage in half which helps a little but I can still feel myself slipping out-of-it.
Oh, it also gives me the craziest dreams known to man! They're actually really fun to recount. None of them make any sense in the least bit: I fought a 6 foot 300 lb man, people were doing things they wouldn't ever ever do in real life, and I was on a beach on a ship in the middle of no where hanging out with J.K. Simmons. They were all very vivid and real. Drugs are bad...lol
Until Next Time, BMT Babe is out**
Anywayz, I have been feeling pretty good at home. After my short stint back on the ward I got a lot of energy back and a lot of drugs too. The energy part is awesome because it doesn't take me 30 minutes to get up and down the stairs anymore. The drug part makes the stairs just as difficult as before because I'm in constant concern that I'm just going to fall asleep and tumble down them. The pain med they gave me is this precious little pill called Methadone. It works amazingly. It totally alleviated my pain by distracting with the fact I had no idea what was going on around me. The first time I took it, I was still in the hospital getting ready to leave. I was looking out my window dreamily and spotted this large area full of parked cars. My first thought was "When did a car dealership get in front of the hospital?" It's called a parking garage! From there, it only got fuzzier.
Every couple of hours I was just passing out for no reason. I fell asleep on the toilet, the kitchen table, my laptop. I almost fell asleep in my closet one day but I could feel myself falling forward. That little pill is heavy duty. I guess that's why its such a good pain pill cause the last thing I'm even thinking about is my pain. I've cut my dosage in half which helps a little but I can still feel myself slipping out-of-it.
Oh, it also gives me the craziest dreams known to man! They're actually really fun to recount. None of them make any sense in the least bit: I fought a 6 foot 300 lb man, people were doing things they wouldn't ever ever do in real life, and I was on a beach on a ship in the middle of no where hanging out with J.K. Simmons. They were all very vivid and real. Drugs are bad...lol
Until Next Time, BMT Babe is out**
