I had some pills from a while back the VA prescribed. I don't take pills unless I need them, and so I have most of a jar of this particular kind with 100 mg of propoxyphene napsylate and 650mg of acetaminophen. I've taken about all the other pain pills they've given me. The same thing as OTC drugs, but higher dosages, and they haven't been the magic pill that alleviated "mah pain." These pills with all the aspirin in them are pink in color. I guess they're alright, but I won't be taking two of them at the same time anymore. Jesus F. Christ!!!
I think they distracted me from my "mah pain" (I seem to have taken ownership. Is this good?), by making me nauseated and sick as a dog. A dog, I'm telling I got sick as a dog, and went outside and started puking, That's where the dogs came in. They heard me from over at my brother's house and come running. The only thing I had on my stomach was some yogurt, and when they smelled the stomach bile mixed in with it, they turned away. I'm always careful when I pet my brother's dogs. They're like Mikey. They'll eat anything.
It wasn't all that long after I took the two pills along with a capsule of flax oil when I began to feel myself get nauseated. I immediately drank two 10 ounce (0.295 L) glasses of water to see if that would help my stomach settle down. I found out about five minutes later when I found myself running to the front door to get outside. I puked until I didn't think there could be any fluid left in my stomach, and then I puked some more. I don't know what that was or where it came from. I didn't inspect too closely.
The onliest thing I could do was to lay down and hope I would survive. I figured it would go away if I could just abide what all I was feeling. I sat down in my inherited, electric recliner chair and mashed the button until it went all the way back, and then I lay there hoping the room would stop spinning.
Since my front door was wide-open, the bugs flew in and out as the willed. I have a group of dirt-dauber wasps who seem to insist on building their nest inside my house. A couple of them came in while I was laying there doped outta my mind (on prescribed to me prescription drugs, of all things) and the buzz of their wings really, really irritated me. It was because of the result of accidently over-dosing, because when a house fly came close to my head, it's wing-beating seemed like a helicopter inside my haid.
About the time I thought to myself about how happy I was here alone and nobody saw me abandon my fate to the wind while I was puking, Ben drove up. He came in the house, saw me stretched out on the recliner ignoring him, and asked me what was wrong. I told him what I'd done and assured him he couldn't help me, that it would straighten itself out in time, and so he left. Not without telling me that if I survived, he was coming by later to see if I wanted to go to a Bluegrass festival tonight in the little town next door where Rainey lives. Rainey will probably be playing.
I kept that in the back of my mind. I guess Ben's intervention helped a bit. I felt good enough to go upstairs and lay down own my bed. That helped a lot. I was able to take a nap, and when I woke up it was all mo' bettah. I came downstairs and happened to look at the clock. I was very surprised that the entire episode had only lasted maybe an hour and a half. Whew! For a while there, I thought I was a goner.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
