I had three teeth cut out Friday. It was the first time I'd ever been knocked out for surgery (took awhile since my veins kept collapsing). Once they got the feed working, I got groggy fast and thought I wasn't going under, but apparently I had because the surgery was finished. I spent the rest of the day in bed under the influence of Vicoden and SuperIbuprofen. And all of Saturday. I didn't have much pain just lots of nausea (threw up three times Friday night). In fact, whenever I took Vicoden it felt like I had the flu. Why people like this stuff, I have no idea. It makes my brain feel like it comes unmoored and is just floating around in my head, which, come to think of it is what all drugs seem to do to me.
We watch House on DVD, in which the main character is addicted to Vicoden - presumably to get rid of the pain in his leg. My college roommate was a pothead. I just don't get the appeal. A guy at work offered to buy any Vicoden I had left for 2o bucks....
I think most of the anesthesia has flushed through my system. I'm still using the Ibuprofen, and this is the best writing I can do at the moment. Down with drugs. Just say no. Or even "what for?"
Sunday, September 07, 2008
I'm not seeing the appeal of drugs
Posted by Rob at 11:32 AM
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I never did recreational drugs, but I sure like the Versed that they give you to make you groggy before they put you under for surgery. I call that the "happy drug"! M*** thinks that I'm funny because I dont' mind having surgery, but it's the drug that I like. (But I did get sick coming out of the anesthesia after my surgery last year)
That hurts. Oh my liddle head.
preachy much?
Just kidding, for the record.
Wow, he offered you only 20 bucks? go for 50.
I don't get it either, I can't take normal ibuprofen without getting sleepy, much less uberprofen. And I get naucious from all the pot drifting over from the neighbours. **insert joke about contact high here**
to pull a leemac here: who's nonymous?
Who do you think??? It's actually pretty obvious...I think.
Josie, Josie, Josie, you don't know who I am?!
Ugg, the pain has started in for real now. I'm guessing from where it hurts they tried to fit a basketball into my mouth... and succeeded.
Please pray for Lynette; I'm a baby when it comes to being sick.
We miss y'all, 'nonomous. It's been too long.
Hehe, hi missy. There have been other nonymouses l8ly.
New review just for you rob, I heard your comments...
Well I noticed it because she has told me several times that she likes that stuff. And, M*** kind of gives it away.
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