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.

What makes me sad about the lack of card catalogs is how much you miss. When you slip one of those narrow drawers out and flip through the cards in search of one book, you're introduced to a hundred others. Not so easy to do that in a computerized system.

"Yeah. But I don't really care somehow."

This was me with Valium.

I don't come out of full anesthesia well. It takes many many hours longer than estimated, and I vomit like crazy while still under. I guess that might be morphine? Whatever, no full anesthesia for me again as I'm likely to code.

The non-full anesthesia Verita or whatever it's called is pretty good, but having watched nurses fuck with people on it (another nurse), I get really twitchy about it. I have things in my head that I never want to say out loud.

Poor DH had to get a gum infection worked on with no pain killers. I have no idea how the dentist survived.

I've never been on an anti-malarial, but I understand they give pretty much everyone nasty hallucinations. I did take the prescriped meds for low oxygen when I went to La Paz, but they made my fingertips sparkle, like they were constantly asleep, so I switched to coca tea - much better, if less legal.

The next time they had to put me under, I told the anesthesiologist about the morphine and I came out of anesthesia in much better shape.

Buy your own card catalog: [link]

Pretty much every pain med I've ever taken has just put me to sleep. Well, except for Daypro, which gave me the most severe back pain I can ever remember having. Not quite sure why it did what it did, but it made it so that I could barely move my back. The days that I made it to school, I had to go to the nurse's office every other period to lie down. Then there were days I couldn't make it because I couldn't bend my back and shoulders enough to get dressed.

Oh. And there was one med that made my skin turn orange, made me feel nauseated at the sight of food, and made me itch anytime I went in the sun. Also did something to screw up the light sensitivity in my eyes, so that I had to wear sunglasses whenever I went outside. Azulfadine, I think that was. Horrible stuff.