About once a year, I get unbelievably sick for absolutely no reason at all. This started about there years ago. Otherwise, I'm the picture of health; not overweight, normal blood pressure, no diabeetus. No mental issues, either. The only med I take is the occasional ibuprofen. Doctors never find anything. The pain from being sick usually passes in a little under a week.
It started a few days ago, and I feel worse than ever...deathbed kind of bad. I know it'll pass, but the interim pain is absolute shit.
The only upside of all this is that I allow myself some freedom with my Oxycodone pills. Well, complete freedom, but who is counting. I'm still working on the bottle I got in 2010, so I'm no Dr. House. 10 milligramsters of pure love, and enough alcohol to dim the lights of a rhinoceros. I'm not only tempting fate, I'm inviting her over for dinner and a nightcap.
That's just melodrama, though. It's not dangerous (at my dose) like speedballing.
But yikes, does this ever feel fucking good. I've got 4 pills left, so the party is going to last until 2016 (two pills once a year). Heh. GF came over for lunch. I gave her a neck/shoulder/foot massage. The palms of her feet (is there such a thing) and her piggies were wicked warm warm warm. And soft! Damn near put her into a coma; poor girl had to go to work. I'm pretty sure she would have slept for a week if she had a choice. She also likes to butter her saltines.
