D-BoyJake
02-22-2008, 09:27 AM
I've noticed that since being on so much hydro daily for so long, that it's pretty much hard to really care about some things. Since the meds kill a lot of emotions, you never really get sad, but you never really get happy either.
But I'll tell you what. I see my VA Dr. once a month, always the afternoon of the 21st. And all day long I'm as excited as a fat kid in front of a chocolate cake that he doesn't have to share.
And then I get my script, and I sit at the pharmacy waiting for them to fill it. This usually takes about an hour (pharmacy in the VA Hospital, always crowded, but worth the wait because your medication is frrreeeeeeeeee), and the excitment just builds and builds.
Then I get home, tear the bag open like it's wrapping paper, and there's my big 'ol bottle of Norco's in all of their yellow glory. I pour them all out on the table. I push them around like Pez candy. I create piles. I count to make sure all 250 of them are there. I play with them like a kid with a new toy.
And I'm happy. Really, really happy.
And that's sad. Really, really sad.
But I'll tell you what. I see my VA Dr. once a month, always the afternoon of the 21st. And all day long I'm as excited as a fat kid in front of a chocolate cake that he doesn't have to share.
And then I get my script, and I sit at the pharmacy waiting for them to fill it. This usually takes about an hour (pharmacy in the VA Hospital, always crowded, but worth the wait because your medication is frrreeeeeeeeee), and the excitment just builds and builds.
Then I get home, tear the bag open like it's wrapping paper, and there's my big 'ol bottle of Norco's in all of their yellow glory. I pour them all out on the table. I push them around like Pez candy. I create piles. I count to make sure all 250 of them are there. I play with them like a kid with a new toy.
And I'm happy. Really, really happy.
And that's sad. Really, really sad.