OK, so almost everyone who knows me knows that I’m lame. I’m okay with that. My mom’s a pharmacist, so I grew up listening to all kinds of drug-related horror stories, and so when it came time to do all the “Just Say No” stuff in high school, that came easy. In fact, it’s carried all the way through college and into my early adulthood. Sure, I drink beer and wine and other assorted alcohol, and I smoke the occasional cigar with my good man Talon, but I have yet to ever smoke weed or do any real drugs. And you know why?
This is why.
I hate feeling loopy. The dentist has me on Celebrex and Hydrocodone (a generic form of Vicodin). This has me feeling quite out of it. Note that it’s not the same level of dopiness associated with, say, Benadryl, which is just awful, but it’s that just-enough-out-of-focus feeling to be amazingly irritating. My ability to focus is off, and I’m just bushed. Gah. Why anyone would ever feel this way willingly is beyond me. Ugh.
Right. Anyway, the good news is that I’m healing up very nicely, I’m not in a lot of pain (although that may very well be due to the drugs, I expect), I’m actually sleeping fairly soundly instead of tossing and turning every time I roll over onto one of my cheeks, swelling is minimal and I haven’t been doing any major bleeding since yesterday. I’m also nowhere near as dopey as I was afraid that I’d be; beforehand, I’d expected this Vicodin stuff to be more like LSD or peyote. Luckily, it’s just irritating. (See above.)
So, yes. I’m healing. Thanks for all the sympathy and well-wishing! Y’all are the best.