hydrocodone/apap

Have sweeter words ever been spoken? For the last three days I have been
floating higher than a kite while my bruised tailbone (apparently it's an actual
medical term since that's what my doctor diagnosed it as) has been slowly
feeling less and less painful.

I was skeptical of being on pain medication. Honestly, it rarely
helps. When I go to the dentist, they usually have to give me two to three
times more shots just to numb me before they start ripping my mouth apart.

So I took the first oval blue tablet around 5 PM on Thursday after returning
from the pharmacy. About 30 minutes later, a wave of...I'm not sure
exactly what to call it. Let's say "not-giving-a-shit-anymoreness".
So, about 30 minutes later, a wave of not-giving-a-shit-anymoreness washed over
me and all I could think was one word.

Dude.

Suddenly, I was Jeff Spicoli. I was the turtle in Finding Nemo. I
was that kid in your high school who sat in the back row by the window during
French class after lunch who would wave his fingers back and forth slowly in
front of his face and when you ask him what he was doing he'd reply:
"Making rainbows man. Making rainbows."

I no longer cared about the pain when I sat down, stood up or bent over. I
no longer cared that I had to cancel my trip. I no longer cared about the sink full
of dirty dishes. I no longer cared if The Roommate did the dishes. I
no longer cared if The Roommate put the dishes in the
wrong place in the cabinet.

All I could think was: dude. I
can see how people become addicted to this stuff. I get it now Matthew
Perry. I get it.

I could most likely return to work on Monday since I am feeling tons better, but
probably won't since I was going to be off any way. Besides, I don't want
work to kill my buzz.