Yeah, my first reaction when they asked me if I still hurt post-Demerol injection was, "Yeah. But I don't really care somehow." The paranoia came later. Didn't take long though. Well, I don't think so. Time stopped being exactly linear.

Pain management is tricksy.

Cass, that probably explains my roommate's reaction in the hospital. Demerol is all the Navy hospital gives and she was talking about how much it messed her up. I had forgotten about that and was young enough at the time that I didn't realize how differently some folks can react to the same meds.

Morphine makes me itch.

Injected Demerol gives my husband hallucinations and convulsions. That was fun to watch. He's a fan of Percoset.

When I was in labor with Ben, they gave me a shot of something, before I ended up taking the epidural. I want to say it was something like Fenergan? I don't think I got nubain, but I can't remember. It took the edge off, but it seems to me that it more made me not care about the pain than not feel it.

The house is all but de-Christmassed. Dh is vacuuming. I found one ornament after all the others were packed away, in the attic. It was cute, but had no sentimental value, so tossed it out.

Dh just found a piece of our nativity set (the manger and all the figurines are unpainted wood. Mary, the baby Jesus, and the Kings are pretty obvious. It's harder to tell if this was a shepherd or Joseph). Fortunately, that box wasn't away, yet.

I'm waiting to find a gajillion forgotten items, tomorrow. If any forgotten items are not sentimental, and provided I can do so without being caught and guilt-tripped, they'll go in the trash, too.

I have created some kind of chemical reaction under my bathroom sink. I went to investigate some green goo dripping out of the bottom of the vanity and found a sea of green goo and weirdly corroded metal. The green goo turns purple when exposed to water. I think a bottle of toilet cleaner must have had a small leak. I apparently skipped Martin Luther and went directly to Alfred Nobel.

Morphine makes me itch.

Any kind of opiate makes me itch. I don't much care, though.

I definitely got the nubain with Sara, Cindy, and you're right -- it was much more that I didn't care about the pain than that I didn't feel it. Kind of an, "Oh, huh, that hurts," kind of thing.

Yay on de-Christmasing! I thought we were the only people left with a tree up. Stephen is promising to do it today. We shall see. The lure of football is strong, apparently.

Boo on goo, Ginger. Cool color-changing, though.

Ginger, don't take a deep breath! Call the hazmat team.

Morphine made me miserably nauseous--I'd rather hurt than ever be that nauseous again. Morphine derivatives, however? Anything with codeine is my friend. Tyco works quite well. I've never taken Percoset or Vicodin, but Demerol has about the same effect on me as it has on my pain--that is, none.

I have an arrangement with my vetdentist: he doesn't give me Novocain and I don't jump and yell when he drills.

Eww. Is the pipe still sound, Ginger?

We had a black goo situation in a kitchen cabinet, Ginger. As near as I can tell, a can of fruit cocktail (undoubtedly brought to us when my mother sold her house, because I never buy it) was stuck way in the back corner of my worst-designed cabinet (it occupies a corner, but isn't a corner cabinet). It doesn't even belong in that cabinet. I don't keep canned goods there.

There was a salt [canister thingie of salt, not a salt shaker] next to it. Moisture must have been introduced at one point. The salt must have corroded the can, slowly. It was the ick.

Sometimes I think I need my own personal hazmat team. It's very colorful toxic waste, anyway.

Morphine does make me very nauseated. I discoved that when I had a morphine pump after knee surgery, and every time I pushed the button for more morphine I got sicker. Dinner the night before had been all red: red jello, red popsicle, red fruit punch. I won't go into detail about the results.

eta: I'm not sure about the pipe, Cindy. There is corrosion. I guess I'll clean it off and see if there are any leaks.

I want to say it was something like Fenergan?

Phenergan is just a powerful anti-nausea drug, not a painkiller.

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Morphine ROOLZ. Percocet isn't bad, either, but it's not near as likely to make me want to sell my kidney in the pursuit of junkie-dom.

ION, Ghostbusters is on cable, and the opening scene in the library, with the card catalog cards flying all over the place, made me think -- there has to be a whole generation of kids/teens who have no idea what a card catalog is.

That makes my Luddite heart sad.