sometimes drugs ARE the answer

She’d had a minor vein surgery. She’d never had an i.v. drip and didn’t figure to get one just for the convenience of the doc. She went with a local anesthetic, the surgeon muttering about control issues. “And your point being?” she thought. It was a bit unsettling lying on the surgery table wide awake and discussing movies with the doc while he sliced and stitched away. She could feel skin being pulled about and it was creepy.

While unwilling to get an i.v., she was very willing to fill a pain pill prescription. Once home, ensconced on the couch and being waited upon by her family she took full advantage. The surgery site wasn’t painful but she took the pills anyway enjoying a dopey relaxation. She had three days off and spent most of that time lounging in front of the tv watching old movies. By the third day she was down to the last few pills. She’d been thinking “good thing I don’t have access to prescription drugs, I’d be tempted to abuse them.” Then, “sometimes drugs ARE the answer” she picked up the prescription BOTTLE containing the last pain pill. “Hmmm, wonder exactly what it is that I’m taking?” There on the label: Tylenol 3. So much for addictive drugs, she could catch a buzz of a placebo. She burst out laughing.





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