I see a potential career path. Does it matter which rules?

I wish I had some fun drugs right now.

Me too! My current ones (for migraines and allergies) SUCK and aren't doing what they are supposed to.

I wish I had some fun drugs right now.

I'm kind of in pain, and I wouldn't say no to fun drugs. I'm going to limp home now and see if I can't get this glass out of my foot.

Several Buffistas were the lucky (?) recipients of my morphine-addled phone calls from the hospital. "I just want to say that MORPHINE...IS...THE...SHIT!!!!"

Teppy the drug fiend is pretty amusing. Though Ple on Red Bull and vodka is even funnier. "Whathefuckever..."

Timelies all!

Yay! We're going out in a bit to have dinner with a friend who's visiting from out of town.

I wouldn't mind drugs right now, after our Big Work Event today. Phew! I hope I can stand up again soon, like I need to...

The morphine drip in the hospital helped with pain, but if it was high enough to knock out the pain, it also made me very spacey and dropped my blood pressure so low that I kept nodding off. Then the Vicodin worked a treat-- except for the projectile vomiting. Now, I'm on Ibuprofen and it works well.

Just back from my two-week post-op appointment. I'm doing very well and am cleared to drive short distances--so it's off to the movies with my mom tomorrow!

S has the "I feel the pain, I just don't care any more" response to morphine, though she says it does dull the pain a little.

She responds to other pain meds by hallucinating and acting very crazy/strange. It scares the living crapola out of me, and I'd prefer to never see her like that again.

Actually, I saw her as she was coming out of a general anasthetic once and that scared me even more. It was like she had severe brain damage, and she also was breathing funny. I wanted to cry and throw up.

This was at the county hospital. When she's been under general at St. Joe's, she's come out of it much quicker and responded much better. The ansthesiologist at St. Joe's is much more careful. The ones at the county hospital can't seem to be arsed to adjust their dosages to the body size and physiology of the patient. Seems dangerous to me.

The ones at the county hospital can't seem to be arsed to adjust their dosages to the body size and physiology of the patient. Seems dangerous to me.

Considering the same thing nearly made me a widow ten years ago, yeah, it's a bit dangerous. They didn't weigh him and figured he was lying about his declared weight and added a hundred pounds.

Anesthesia is a funny thing.

When I had my gall bladder out, years ago (the old-fashioned way), the nurse couldn't get a vein to give me a pre-op sedative. So I was completely sober when they wheeled me and the anesthesiologist took over. He gave me Valium (he said) which made my arm burn, and I was completely out before I counted down to seven.

When I had Jake, I ended up needing a C-section. They said they'd turned the epidural back up before they started, but I flinched and said I could feel *sharp* pain, not just the *pulling and tugging* they told me to expect. The anesthesiologist flipped out, apparently, clapped a mask over my face, and I was completely out after that. I have no idea what that was, but waking up in recovery all alone, with no baby beside me (Stephen had him down the hall) was BIZARRE.

I was given Nubain (sp?) with Sara, which is not anesthesia but pain relief, and it was one of those, "I can feel the pain just fine, and I don't care a bit!" things. I kept dozing off between contractions, too, and once woke up talking to the doctor and Stephen about windshield wipers. Weird.

Wow, my typing sucks today.