I’m downsizing. I weaned off of my prescription for anxiety now that I don’t need it anymore. It was making my ADHD worse because it suppresses dopamine. But now I keep trying to shove other stuff in my brain. I keep trying to tweak it, to feel better, then feel better than that. I’ll use anything, food, caffeine, music, movies. I tried meds for ADHD. I tried wellbutrin briefly but it kicked my neuroreceptors’ butt. I would have preferred a gentle nudge. I tried herbs that have to build up in my system before I notice a change. Like I’m going to be patient enough to wait for that.
I went in for outpatient surgery yesterday. No further information about that surgery is available. Sorry. Suffice it to say my boobs are the same size and I still look 46. Which is a bummer because I am 46.
They gave me a bottle of painkillers. I told them I don’t need pain medication. I said it in a way that was obvious that this is a woman who should not have painkillers in her possession, not while I’m in replacement mode. Something that makes me feel that good should only be given to me on an as needed basis. I would only need one. They gave me 30 tablets.
On I-270, in afternoon traffic, with only two exits to go, the analgesic shot wore off abruptly. Every muscle in my body was braced for the full effect of the pain, especially the muscles controlling the gas pedal. Each bumper I rode to hurry home and take a painkiller worried me. If I crash this car, that’s really going to delay pain relief. I’m going to have to flee the scene of the accident, get a pain pill and then return.
I contemplated calling my husband from the road and asking him to get the glass of water ready so I didn’t waste any time getting that pain med into my bloodstream as soon as I walked in the door. Every second counted.
Today, the pain is nothing ibuprofen can’t fix. I flushed the 29 remaining pills. They are now in our water supply. You can thank me the next time you get a drink of water and it makes you feel relaxed. Just be careful not to operate any heavy machinery. I think by heavy machinery they mean a minivan.
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Maybe in your case humor is the best analgesic. Unfortunately, it doesn’t come in a pill. But you seem to have your own natural supply.
Hi Amy:
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I am glad you are backing off the meds…and the mommy in me cannot help but ask you if you were supposed to have someone else drive you home
Your comment about calling your husband ahead of time to ask for a glass of water made me think of something that happened to me.
I was getting a cold and someone at work told me to to try Airborne (this is when it 1st came out). I was in a hurry – I had 15 minutes until my next meeting so I ran downstairs to the Walgreens in the next building, bought some, and popped it in my mouth in the elevator ride back up to my office…and then it started to fizzle in my mouth which is when I realized I was supposed to put it in a glass of water like Alka Seltzer and THEN drink it….I was late to my meeting
Swati
Yea, I wondered about that the day before the appointment but they called twice to remind me about it and neither time did they say to have a driver. I was really ok. I wasn’t put under. It was just a local. Unfortunately, it didn’t last very long.
I have tried Airborne! I can’t imagine being stuck in an elevator having popped that in my mouth WITHOUT any water!! You poor thing! Only thing I’ve done that came close to that was at a Japanese restaurant. I thought the wasabi was avacado and I popped the entire dollop in my mouth. Whoooot! Whooooot! Steam came out my ears.
Hey Amy, just wanted to let you know I enjoyed your post! I’m guessing you’re not with blogger as you have no “Follow” box; would love to follow you… I like your style.
Hope your day improves…x
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I’m glad you made it home safely, and considering all the crap they put in our water these days I don’t think your pain pills can do any extra damage. Good for you for tossing the pills. I do have to ask why in the heck your husband did not pick you up and drive you home?!?! I say he needs to do some serious pampering to rectify that oversight.
I honestly thought this was going to be no big deal. Last time I had to have this done I brought myself. But that office was much closer to home.
If you were driving yourself home from outpatient surgery for which any sedation was used, somebody screwed up. Get a lawyer.
Thanks for giving me a big laugh…consider your blog bookmarked.
Brilliant post! I’m currently weaning off lexapro and upping anything homeopathic. My drink of choice used to be a martini – these days I have so much rescue remedy flowing through me i’m scared to use my hairdryer, let alone operate heavy machinery.
Feel better – have a shot of nyquil when in need
LOL! Hope you don’t get lots of flack about flushing… Oh, and yes, automobiles are considered heavy machinery. Just thought I’d clarify that for you, ha, ha!
My sister had surgery on her nose the other day. And the stuff they put her on would down a horse.
I’d rather live with the pain . . .
I, too, got a pain med prescription yesterday. Might have to follow your flushing lead.
Good on you.
Sa-weet!!!
Does it travel downstream to Texas that fast?? Feelin’ pretty mellow today. Think the Jeep is ok?
Love it!! Thanks amy!!