People take this shit on purpose?
Oct. 27th, 2007 12:37 pmYesterday I had a root canal. I went immediately to work afterwards because, hey, hourly employee, and my last root canal didn't hurt so why should this one? Because this dentist wasn't as good, that's why. My jaw hurt like hell. It got so bad I took the percoset they gave me (since over the counter pain killers do almost nothing and vicodin does absolutely nothing for me). I figured that, like the vicodin, the percoset would have no effect and I'd still be in lots of pain.
For the first hour, the pain lessened a bit. Then I could feel the percoset kick in. I got really dizzy and nauseous. I spent about two hours sleeping on the floor of my cubicle, then took a bus back home. On which I through up, violently. I had barely eaten, but I had drunken a lot of water, all of which came back up (smelling slightly of cinnamon roll, the only food I'd had). To be considerate to the cleaning people, I tried to contain it in my sweater, but it just dripped of, thus polluting both the sweater and the bus floor. On the plus side, I felt a lot better afterwards. (note to everyone on the bus: I'm really, really sorry).
The tooth feels much better today, so it's a moot point, but... I cannot imagine how much pain I would have to be in for percoset to look like a viable alternative. Even if I took steps to mitigate the effect, like eating and taking ant-nausea medicine, I'd rather deal with the pain. My friend Spork found the side effects so unpleasant that she didn't take pain killers after having her ear cut off and reattached for ear drum surgery. And you're trying to tell me that people take this stuff for fun?
I was anti-drug-criminalization anyway, but damn, those assholes arresting pain management doctors are now a whole new level of bad government for me now.
For the first hour, the pain lessened a bit. Then I could feel the percoset kick in. I got really dizzy and nauseous. I spent about two hours sleeping on the floor of my cubicle, then took a bus back home. On which I through up, violently. I had barely eaten, but I had drunken a lot of water, all of which came back up (smelling slightly of cinnamon roll, the only food I'd had). To be considerate to the cleaning people, I tried to contain it in my sweater, but it just dripped of, thus polluting both the sweater and the bus floor. On the plus side, I felt a lot better afterwards. (note to everyone on the bus: I'm really, really sorry).
The tooth feels much better today, so it's a moot point, but... I cannot imagine how much pain I would have to be in for percoset to look like a viable alternative. Even if I took steps to mitigate the effect, like eating and taking ant-nausea medicine, I'd rather deal with the pain. My friend Spork found the side effects so unpleasant that she didn't take pain killers after having her ear cut off and reattached for ear drum surgery. And you're trying to tell me that people take this stuff for fun?
I was anti-drug-criminalization anyway, but damn, those assholes arresting pain management doctors are now a whole new level of bad government for me now.