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Screw Pain, just please don't anyone ever prescribe me anything stronger than Tylenol ever again. I can now add Opiates (hydrocodone and oxycodone) to the list of chemicals I've fought with for my independence.
Sure, a severe posterior dislocated shoulder and the surgery to put it back together with little titanium screws hurt like hell, but at no time during the recovery did I feel spiders climbing every inch of exposed skin. Nor did I have to slap myself in the face during many sleepless nights in an attempt to jar the crazy voices loose.
Nor for that matter was the "anxiety" treated by the Klonopin any bit worse than the hell of shaking that vicious monkey off my back.
From now on, I'm going Old Skool, a gulp of whisky while biting on my leather belt (or Tylenol). Pain is one thing, but the demons are another.
Sorry to get all deep so early in the morning. I'm three days passed all the withdrawals and finally feeling straight again. Good thing too, because I'm stuck on a ship for another 20 days, give or take. The crew calls the 21 day rotations "Sea-jab" and they couldn't be more right.
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