“Google? Am I Going to Get Hooked on These Pills?”

I should have just dug out my Magic 8 ball and given it a shake instead.

Not the one I was looking for but it will do. Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay

Google and I talk. A lot. I can’t say we’re BFFs but we do get along well enough. For the most part.

Sunday morning through to Wednesday morning I was popping the “I’m not taking those” painkillers. Around the clock. I don’t know what happened but Sunday I got the last of the two items out of my storage unit and that’s about all I did. Before I knew it every bone in my body felt as though it were on fire. For three days I popped pills and didn’t leave the house. I’d get up to get something to drink, pop a piece of a pill, go to the bathroom, and then back to bed.

Notice I said a piece of a pill. If I take half of a pill I’m asleep for a day and a half. No joke. They did it to me a couple of weeks ago when I was in the hospital. I asked for two Tylenol but like all arrogant assholes, they thought they knew me better than I knew myself and brought me the prescription muscle relaxer instead (which is what I’m referring to when I say, pain killer). And I slept for nearly two days waking up only when they came in to draw blood or run another test.

They thought it was funny.