Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Motrin is an option when I have a headache most of the time.
Excedrin is my go-to drug cocktail for headaches. The caffeine makes it work fast.
Most prescription pain meds simply don't work for me because I throw them up before they've had a chance to be absorbed into the bloodstream. So the end result is that I'm still in pain and I feel nauseous. (Which is why most in-hospital pain meds are paired with antinausea drugs. I've never understood why the same couldn't be done with take-home pills.)
I'm with Cindy here -- most prescription pain meds' side effects are worse for me than the pain. I'd rather be sore than vomiting any day.
You've probably taken more than I have, but yes. Exactly. And seriously Jess, when you have the baby, assuming you deliver vaginally, ask for the ice pads. Hospitals are stingy with them, sometimes, but don't take no for an answer. Best. Thing. Ever. Your goolie will thank you.
The only prescription pain medicine I've taken is Tylenol 3 with Codeine. I was 16 -- it was after I had all four impacted wisdom teeth removed. The medicine nauseated me, and left me weepy and depressed. Pain like that is localizable for me, I think, and preferable to the effects of the drugs.
I do fill pain prescriptions on the off chance I'll need them, at some point when medicine wouldn't be easily available, but I always end up tossing them. I know some pain needs medicine, though. I'm the first one to tell dh or my mum to take something for pain. I just have a Princess-and-the-pea stomach.
Okay, I'm off to de-Christmas the house. Maybe that'll burn off the extra caffeine I just poured down my throat.
Which is why I took 600mg of ibuprofin last night after I slipped on the kitchen floor and slammed to the ground. Cass, Drew says I'm beginning to rival you in terms of needing a padded hamster ball.
Oh, Kristin. No! Gah. You poor sweetie.
Ibuprofin is my friend, as is Tylenol, and Aspirin or (preferably) Bufferin. I don't remember how good aspirin works until I take it, then I'm all, "IT IS A WONDER DRUG!!!" The Bufferin brand really is more gentle on the tum.
Okay. Really. Time to banish Christmas, now.
Which is why most in-hospital pain meds are paired with antinausea drugs. I've never understood why the same couldn't be done with take-home pills.)
Sometimes they are. Sometimes you have to request it. Vicodin makes me all spinny and pukey, but Percoset is gooooooooooood. Though I'm probably immune to it by now.
See, I love Vicoden. It makes me spinny and sleepy and silly.
I love Vicoden. It makes me spinny and sleepy and silly.
Ooh I want some. Oh wait, I have a mimosa.
No more nightmares! God, what was up last night? I had awful dreams, too.
Sending late (but still genuine!) grandma-healing~ma to Nora. Who is *not* a jerk.
{{{Kristin}}} For the bruise, but also for you and {{{ND}}}. Those situations are so rough.
{{{Cindy}}} No more headache! Try some cake. It can't hurt.
And all of y'all who don't take pain meds can send them right to me. I can hold down anything, and right now my shoulders and the back of my neck wouldn't say no to a Vicodin or two. I've been writing nonstop for days trying to get this book done, and I think I'm permanently hunched now.
Oh, and Jess, that ligament pain SUCKS. I had that, and it's really irritating. Take it easy, and watch how you move.
I can't believe my sister missed the kickoff.
I took exactly one of the pain meds I got for my tooth infection/root canal (I think it was vicodin), then gave the rest to Cass. Stuff made me feel gross, and the pain wasn't that bad.
Bless you child. For, lo, had I fucked up my back. And drugs were goooood.
I'm beginning to rival you in terms of needing a padded hamster ball.
I've got a few boxes of bubble wrap, I'll send them down.
Most of my bruises are almost gone right now. It's neat to see skin. Of course, having said that, I am bound to crash into something today.
I am oh so glad that pain meds either work or don't work for me. They don't do wonky things to my tummy or to my brain.
Except for one injected kind I got in the ER one time when pain was at a 9.5, that made me paranoid and - once I remember the name - I will never ever take it again. Pain was better than creeped out brain. It was one that is rather commonly sought in hospitals I was told.
Oh wait, I have a mimosa.
Ooh I want some.
