Sounds like you might be in for some withdrawl symptoms, not to the degree of an abuser but some withdrawl, feeling a little spaced out and not quite yourself.I would have to agree with you there - my life story is full of what most people - and myself would deem as pure - unmitigated - luck - for I have had ridiculously fortunate outcomes thru many death defying situations and experiences - as I look back - and start to reminisce -
Since being started on heavy painkilling medication - around 3 weeks ago now - my writing abilities have been somewhat stifled - just trying to keep the saliva in my mouth on fentanyl was difficult enough - then they put me on oxycodone - and violated me with 2 enemas within one day - causing my rear end such trauma - that the will to write much faded to nothing much - making me concentrate on how to repair a bloody arse -
- once they changed me down to morphine sulphate - there was a little inspiration to write again - but I soon realized that the words needed would easily escape me - and my psyche would be left clutching at the air - trying to catch the words - that made the sentences - but try as I might - even my usual strong will was smashed by some sort of attention deficit disorder - induced by the morphine - leading to me chasing these sentance making words - in an absolutely futile pursuit - trying to round them up and assemble them in any sort of cognitive order -
And finally - the pharmacists dropped me down to codeine - which initially I had high hopes about being able to write well on - just over a week ago - but alas the effects of the codeine - were not so far flung from the morphine - and so I still felt like a handicapped cowboy - trying to round up enough words to paint the oftentimes intricate pictures of my past loves and lives - (like a cat there have been a few) -
- which brings us to today - when the nurse asked me if I would like to take my codeine tablet - and I made the sign of the cross - with my 2 index fingers and said - ' Begone Codeine! - Begone!' - and refused to take any more of the creativity stifling medication - she got the message - and said - ' I'll just pop the one gram of paracetamol in your meds for today then?' - and I agreed
Nice to see a family visit today
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