Since Paul did such a fantastic job on his first guest post, I decided to make him a more permanent part of "our" blog. He has never had an interest until recently, and now finds it quite enjoyable. Oh, and I am sure all of the comments helped him, because the first thing out of recovery from surgery was this "how many comments have I gotten?" He is addicted to blogging...thanks to my freakin' awesome readers and followers!! =) He loves you just as much as I do! Without further ado...Paul's post...
Drugs are magical
by Paul Sell
First of all, I just want to thank everyone who wished me well during my surgery. Fortunately, I am still alive and kicking. Being out of commission made me realize how much my family needs and depends on me. I'm pretty sure Evonne needs a vacation! (Von here...and YES, I do need a vacation, pronto!)
Let me start off by saying, "I have never had a drug problem." In fact, I despised taking prescription meds most of my life. I somehow felt like less of a man by taking them. I was prescribed an anti-depressant in my early 20's, and after a couple of weeks, I quit. No drug was going to solve my problem. I was going to conquer my depression on my own.
Now fast forward almost 10 years. It finally took something ruining my carpet to finally cause me to get some help. I realized I had a problem, and I was not going to win this battle on my own. I was prescribed Zoloft, the very drug I had stopped taking. For good measure, I was also given Seroquel to help me sleep at night. So, now I'm popping pills in the morning to get me going, and taking pills at night to turn me off. Guess what? I'm loving it. Life could not be any better. I can actually function like a normal human being. No more thoughts of ending my life because I had a bad day. And if I do have a bad day, I just take a sleeping pill, and things are better in the morning. Drug's have been good to me.
Unfortunately, I have fallen in love with another drug, Percocet. I've had Lortab before, it was okay. Percocet, we've become friends ever since my surgery. I honestly get excited when I'm about to take them. I drop 2 in my mouth, wash them down with a Dr. Pepper, and lay back and enjoy the ride. It takes about 20 minutes, then the numbness spreads through my body. At time, it feels as though I'm floating in air. (Von again, I have had Percocet...and he is not joking, you fly high!) The pain that I'm feeling just disappears, and all I can think is when is my next high. Am I a druggy?
Honestly, the only reason I will stop because I currently have only 9 pills left, and no note from my Doctor saying I have to refill. I use to laugh when I heard about famous people who were addicted to pain pills, and now I crave the same thing they do. I something wrong with me? I sure hope not.
Let me repeat myself, I have 9 pills left, and then my addiction must end. I will cherish my memories with Percocet, and I will pray that I long for you no more. You have been a great friend this past week, but now you must find a new friend. Goodbye.
PS If you have access to any Percocet, please contact me immediately. Just kidding. I think.