Body, you're stupid
Nov. 6th, 2007 05:38 pmI very very much want to jobhunt and write and all kinds of good things, but I am being slowed down very much by my stupid body. It doesn't seem to understand that when you take medicine, you are supposed to get better and stay that way for some amount of time. You are not supposed to feel better for a few days, then get sick again. :P
First, my throat's hurt on and off for several days. Today, the pain has moved into my left ear, which is aggravating a bad tooth I have. So now the whole left side of my face hurts. I finally couldn't take it anymore and took a pill; I still have an old prescription for generic Vicodin that I never finished and they're still okay. They don't work as well as real Vicodin (all hail the KING!), but they do the job better than a poke to the eye with a sharp stick. (I think it was my friend Karen who used to say that.) They take most of the pain away for the time they claim that they work, and sometimes make me flyyyyy, and sometimes make me sleepy as hell. But I'll chance it for some relief. These pills don't seem to realize that their job is to take the pain away for the entire four hours, not work for a while, then slack off so I start hurting, and then start working again. Vicodin isn't inconsistent like that. When I get paid on Friday, I'll buy some more Tylenol and other medicine. If my ear is still hurting bad then, I'll also go BACK to the doctor. :P
Another thing generic Vicodin (and real Vicodin) does is sometimes make me feel funky. Like, teehee funky. It makes me want to confess something that could be shocking.
My confession: I prefer Araki Kae's Sailor Moon to Mitsuishi Kotono.
You wouldn't throttle a sick person, would you? May I remind you that I'm on drugs.
First, my throat's hurt on and off for several days. Today, the pain has moved into my left ear, which is aggravating a bad tooth I have. So now the whole left side of my face hurts. I finally couldn't take it anymore and took a pill; I still have an old prescription for generic Vicodin that I never finished and they're still okay. They don't work as well as real Vicodin (all hail the KING!), but they do the job better than a poke to the eye with a sharp stick. (I think it was my friend Karen who used to say that.) They take most of the pain away for the time they claim that they work, and sometimes make me flyyyyy, and sometimes make me sleepy as hell. But I'll chance it for some relief. These pills don't seem to realize that their job is to take the pain away for the entire four hours, not work for a while, then slack off so I start hurting, and then start working again. Vicodin isn't inconsistent like that. When I get paid on Friday, I'll buy some more Tylenol and other medicine. If my ear is still hurting bad then, I'll also go BACK to the doctor. :P
Another thing generic Vicodin (and real Vicodin) does is sometimes make me feel funky. Like, teehee funky. It makes me want to confess something that could be shocking.
My confession: I prefer Araki Kae's Sailor Moon to Mitsuishi Kotono.
You wouldn't throttle a sick person, would you? May I remind you that I'm on drugs.