Last night, certain pain was so bad I took a painkiller (hydrocodone). I don't take them often, and I only take them at home because they're the equivalent of smoking about three joints for me. I sometimes slur my speech, and I most certainly cannot operate heavy machinery as the label warns. I'm not all that convinced that it really takes the pain away; it just makes me not care that I'm in pain.
Then, around 3 a.m., both Doogie and I had to pee. I got up to let him out, and it was amazing. Nothing hurt. I stood up and felt nothing. Not my head, not my back, not my knee (which I dislocated before Thanksgiving), not my other knee (which has been picking up the slack), not my uterus (which has issues), not my ovaries (which have even more issues and are very angry about them). It was incredible!
The next morning, when I remembered what had happened, I thought, "Is this how normal people feel?" It wasn't until the complete absence of pain that I realized how much pain I'm in on a regular basis. And that kind of sucks.
There's not really a point to this post. It is kind of depressing, so here is a gratuitous picture of a kitten serenading you:
|Photo by Benjamin Torode|