Sometimes pain can make me as silly as when I’m on nifty narcotics. Two quotes that popped into my head while I was writing and concentrating on trying to not scream out in pain while waiting to see the dentist:
“If I could put it into words, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
And, trying to explain my pain: “There’s tolerable pain and then there’s OMG. Fix. This. Now. I think I’m at OMG. Fix. This. Now (expletive)!!”
It’s amazing what an hour and an additional Tylenol 3 makes. Some tips for those under the influence of some pretty nifty narcotics:
It’s easier to wash the pan with the lights on. That way I can see if I actually came close to getting it completely clean. Now that I’ve seen I missed an entire side… it might be time to sit down.
The warnings on the bottle of the nifty narcotics are there for a reason. Standing up slowly is a great idea and I will try it next time.
No matter how much pain I’m still in, it is inadvisable to take a third Tylenol 3 at this time. Make mental note to not be a sissy about it and ask for the lovely vicodin next time no matter how nauseous it makes me… but I didn’t want to feel fuzzy alone. I guess that’s why I didn’t do it. At least now I’m somewhat lucid and making some sense. Right.