Last Saturday, I lost a filling. It wasn't too painful, but it was uncomfortable, and I was worried about losing the tooth so I wanted to get in to see my Dentist as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he turned out to be on vacation, but his office was able to refer me to another Doc nearby and he was able to see me on Tuesday. He looked over my tooth and said he wanted to send me right over to an oral surgeon to have it removed, because it had broken off below the gumline and was infected and abscessed.
Obediently, I went to the oral surgeon (an office I had been to before). They informed me that Novocaine would be only partly effective because of the inflamed nerves and offered me a couple of days of antibiotics before removing the tooth. Screw that, says I; Thanksgiving is here and I've suffered enough-- let's get it over with!
Well, after about a half hour of pulling, yanking, twisting, crushing, crunching, drilling, sawing and digging, they finally managed to get it all out. Apparently, I have very tenacious roots. It's rather alarming to have two people towering over you with all four of their hands in your mouth, their gloves all bloody, with one of them yelling "Suction! Suction!" and the other one repeating "Oh, my god."
The Doc wanted to send me home with a prescription for Percocet. I asked for Demerol. He compromised and gave me Vicodin.
The reason I declined the Percocet was that I've had it before, back around 1992 when I had my first kidney stone. It did not have a good effect on me. It made me agitated and kept me awake all night. And it made me paranoid; when I wanted to go out and take a couple of turns around the block to clear my head, I was overcome with fears that my house would burn down or be broken into while I was away. Basically, it turned me into my Mother.
With my next kidney stone, they gave me Demerol and that was a whole different kettle of fish. That stuff makes me float on warm and fuzzy happy clouds. I can easily see how people can get hooked on something like that.
Fortunately, the Vicodin turned out to be more "warm and fuzzy" than "agitated and paranoid." It's not as potent, but it's pretty pleasant.
So, long story short: Your favorite Grape is quite thoroughly stoned. Note Avatar, courtesy of Spiff.
Welcome to my Buzzl Thread.
I've resisted the temptation to Post another Thread about how wonderful the world is and how much I love everybody, and have decided instead to talk about being stoned. Because the interesting thing about the Percocet and Demerol is that my Sister has the exact opposite reaction to these drugs that I do; the Demerol makes her nutty and Percocet gives her the warm and fuzzies. I've talked to a couple of other people who have had the same reactions.
So what has been your experience with pain medications, my buddies? Which ones were worse than the pain, and which ones made you want to go back for seconds and thirds? Let's hear your tales of happiness and woe!
Obediently, I went to the oral surgeon (an office I had been to before). They informed me that Novocaine would be only partly effective because of the inflamed nerves and offered me a couple of days of antibiotics before removing the tooth. Screw that, says I; Thanksgiving is here and I've suffered enough-- let's get it over with!
Well, after about a half hour of pulling, yanking, twisting, crushing, crunching, drilling, sawing and digging, they finally managed to get it all out. Apparently, I have very tenacious roots. It's rather alarming to have two people towering over you with all four of their hands in your mouth, their gloves all bloody, with one of them yelling "Suction! Suction!" and the other one repeating "Oh, my god."
The Doc wanted to send me home with a prescription for Percocet. I asked for Demerol. He compromised and gave me Vicodin.
The reason I declined the Percocet was that I've had it before, back around 1992 when I had my first kidney stone. It did not have a good effect on me. It made me agitated and kept me awake all night. And it made me paranoid; when I wanted to go out and take a couple of turns around the block to clear my head, I was overcome with fears that my house would burn down or be broken into while I was away. Basically, it turned me into my Mother.
With my next kidney stone, they gave me Demerol and that was a whole different kettle of fish. That stuff makes me float on warm and fuzzy happy clouds. I can easily see how people can get hooked on something like that.
Fortunately, the Vicodin turned out to be more "warm and fuzzy" than "agitated and paranoid." It's not as potent, but it's pretty pleasant.
So, long story short: Your favorite Grape is quite thoroughly stoned. Note Avatar, courtesy of Spiff.
Welcome to my Buzzl Thread.
I've resisted the temptation to Post another Thread about how wonderful the world is and how much I love everybody, and have decided instead to talk about being stoned. Because the interesting thing about the Percocet and Demerol is that my Sister has the exact opposite reaction to these drugs that I do; the Demerol makes her nutty and Percocet gives her the warm and fuzzies. I've talked to a couple of other people who have had the same reactions.
So what has been your experience with pain medications, my buddies? Which ones were worse than the pain, and which ones made you want to go back for seconds and thirds? Let's hear your tales of happiness and woe!
Only I get to use the bad puns around here! And they must involve FISH, not mushrooms!
