Now I need zucchini waffles. And msbelle to come fix my life.

And I have these advance copies of something I wrote (Kat I hear you from all the way over here should I send one) and I am circling them like they might sting me because this is getting nervewrackingly scary. So they are in a pile in the middle of the room. But they exist also which is amazing and at some point I will sit with them and just maybe breathe.

I've been drawing and it has been wonderful, and maybe that is what I'll be when I grow up.

Also for the first time in my entire life I have a convention I will never return to. Cannot get into it further.

this has been an irregular venting session but really what I need are zucchini waffles.

I'm sorry for whatever has made you down on that convention, hippocampus. That sucks, no matter what the story. I hope it's something that can at least be addressed, if not forgiven/forgotten/repaired.

And yay new work!

I only get the floaty feeling right when the stuff kicks in, really, maybe after that it's just addressing my pain? (Or maybe if I were on more...) But I continue to hope they'll give me some more at my visit, even if not that many. But who knows. Now that they're cracking down on use and on giving so many—doctor google found some prescribing directions at various other hospitals that said to send people home with no more than 20. I think I used 20 the first couple days!

We are down to two names for our new black kitten: Cisco Ramon or Batman. I loves me some Cisco, but the idea of saying "hi, Batman" every time I walk by the kitty is extremely tempting. EXTREMELY.

the idea of saying "hi, Batman" every time I walk by the kitty is extremely tempting. EXTREMELY.

This is how we got a Murderbiscuit.

Name him Batman and tell everyone his secret identity is Cisco Ramon instead of Bruce Wayne. That'll put some fava beans into the Joker's hash.

Ooh. I like Katerina's suggestion!!

Are there pictures, Scrappy!

Hi hippocampus! Good wishes for all the venting subjects.

Oxycodone is just the opioid (with no added acetaminophen, etc.), and percocet is oxycodone with acetaminophen. #themoreyouknow

Ah, so, an addictive substance, versus an addictive substance mixed with a poison. Good, good. I mean, I think I see the reasoning, but I'm not sure it's good reasoning.

That's it exactly. Plus I'm pretty sure I don't have an addictive personality type; Back In The Day when I smoked, quitting took about a day.

I told my doctor, with all the shit I did back in the day, if I was gonna get addicted to something, it would'a happened already.

I have been scared of opiates and opioids (is there a difference?) since I read Kubla Kahn in high school and was all, Coleridge was on something I would like way too much, so I've hardly every taken them.

This is my BFF's position. She got morphine once in the hospital, and has made me promise I'll never let them give her that again. She said she liked it way too much.

I'd be afraid of trying heroin or straight-up opium, because I think yeah, I'd like that way too much. But I got morphine in Iceland and it was ... just a really good painkiller. There certainly might have been some "whatever, I don't care" factor there, but it decidedly did not make me want to stay there and dream forever.

The floaty feeling, for me, is about the same as I get from a bottle of hard cider.

Apparently NSAIDs (including ibuprofen) are a no for bone healing. None allowed for me.

I heard that too. And they're bad for the kidneys, and Tylenol is bad for the liver, and aspirin is bad for the stomach, and... what do we use? 7

I didn't really understand the attraction of painkillers until I was given IV dilaudid. I got maxed out on morphine and it didn't touch the pain. When they decided to move on to dilaudid it was close to immediate relief, and I could physically feel it wash over my body.

Ugh. Was trying and trying to get to sleep for the past hour and finally gave up and took one of my pain pills. Now I only have three left. So I guess I'll have to call tomorrow and ask about a refill rather than doing it in person on Wednesday. I feel like I'm going to sound like an addict and they'll refuse and then I just won't be able to be comfortable or sleep ever again (or at least for a while as this bone heals). Ugh. (And I'm now anxiously awaiting the drug kicking in in about 15 more minutes or so, and have given up trying to sleep until then). I mean, possibly sleeping pills would do the same effect? Not sure if they work over pain.

Zen how long were you on the hard drugs? And when did you go back to work?