Three days lying on the couch in a drugged daze watching stupid stuff on TV
Got home from my week-long retreat, went back to the DayJob on Tuesday, and the very next day got hit with a kidney stone attack.
A trip to the ER, and was sent home with some heavy-duty pain meds.
I HATE narcotics! I get it that sometimes you have to have them. But some people do it by choice! Why on earth would people take this stuff voluntarily?
1. It makes me stupid. I hate being stupid.
2. It makes me dizzy. How is that fun?
3. It makes me nauseated.  (See 2.)
4. It makes me unable to do anything that I actually like doing. I can only do stupid stuff. (see 1.)
5. It makes time vanish. Ack!  I don’t have enough time in my life — who would want to lose actual entire days at a time?
Alas, all they can do for kidney stones is give you pain drugs so you don’t notice how awful you feel, and anti-nausea drugs, and anti-infection drugs.
It’s all over now, except for the after-affects of the actual drugs.  Said after-affects closely resembling a hangover on steroids.
Damn.  If I have to miss three days of DayJob, I’d really prefer to miss it in order to do something interesting and cool.
And to add insult to injury, I now have TWO weeks of DayJob to catch up on, instead of just one.  Which means that next week it’s overtime, overtime, overtime.
Plus: I haven’t even completely unpacked from my trip. Which was a nice trip, by the way. Glad to have done it. Met many lizards.
