Day three with the boy and I showed that damn cat who is boss.
"We are leaving Adric. Now!"
"We will leave when I say we leave. I am still in my pajamas."
Did we leave? Hell no. The man has spoken. We are not even a mile away in a local hospital getting some x-rays and gravel removed from my limbs. Are you dumb woman? Of course I want some morphine! Two IVs full if you please. Stat!
More when I am done counting the ceiling tiles. Oh the colors. The wonderful tile colors.
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Getting injured is an act of terror! Don't you know that? They should be using some really strong messed up stuff for pain killer, I wouldn't expect morphine could make you see colours any better? Of course the entire reason for drugs like morphine is to block off the sensations, sight seems to be one of the first things to go when dulled out. I recall that morphine makes me feel sick, so I would be more often complaining about the puke in the floor rather than seeing the tiles
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On morphine I'm such a cranky bitch… which is odd because if I'm drunk, I'm a friendly not so scary one.. sort of touchy and such. Weird.
Friendly drunks are the best kind (much less scary than the mean kind).
I was thinking when I had Demerol for my kidney stones and I found the ceiling tiles interesting.