I just got up from a nap. Notice I didn’t say woke up because I didn’t actually sleep because my body doesn’t do well with narcotics. Currently I am taking a very low dose of Oxycontin because in the past I almost died from taking a Oxycodone. It was very scary. It was after I had a tooth pulled. Never having been on any narcotic before besides Tylenol with Codeine, which I developed an allergy to, the dental surgeon put me on Oxycodone. In my naive drug-free world I took it as prescribed. 2 tablets every 4 hours. After about the third dose I was so stoned I couldn’t move. Not kidding, I couldn’t move. I wanted to move onto my side but I couldn’t. And then I clearly remember forgetting to breathe. My stoned brain was thinking ever so slowly, “Hmmmm. I ammmmm nooooot breeeathhhinggg” and then I would force myself to take a breath. My dad had stopped by to visit and asked my how I was doing and all I could say was, “Fiiiiiiiiiiiine”. It was terrifying, because I couldn’t communicate that I was not fine. And then, thank god, I threw up and never took another one. I was and still am angry with the dental surgeon for not telling me a single thing about the drug and to start off with a small dose. Anyway, I am taking a half dose from what the doctor prescribed and it is 1/8 of the dose I took when my tooth was pulled but it is still making me feel not myself so I think I am done with them. The pain is easier to deal with.
Today I was reading from my first blog. Things I don’t even remember are in there. Which makes me glad that I keep a blog because life goes by so fast. One of the posts was about my daughter losing a tooth and now she is getting ready to graduate.
Well, my husband is watching Hockey Night in Canada and I think I need a bath. I have the post-surgery stench. I have been bathing every day. What’s up with that?