We had to do an intervention for my sister in 2010 because of opioids. She had a shoulder problem in 2004 that she had minor surgery for, then decided she was too fucking lazy to do the PT afterwards, so they put her on long-term pain medication knowing that she was an alcoholic in recovery. Vicodin became oxy became fentanyl, and by 2010 she was a couchdrooler when she wasn't frantically convincing her pain doctor to prescribe more powerful shit for her. At one point I got on the phone with her doc's office and told them she was addicted and they were feeding her addiction and what was it going to take for them to stop giving her the shit that was going to kill her eventually, and they said as long as she didn't drop the pen when she signed for her drugs they'd keep giving them to her.
It seems like they've cut back a ton in the past number of years on how much they will prescribe. When I had a near death type ski crash in 2012, they prescribed me enough hydro morphine dilauded to keep an elephant high for months. I couldn't shit for 2 weeks and that caused me to get off them as quick as I could.
They gave me IV Dilaudid when I had an appendicitis ten years ago.
We had to do an intervention for my sister in 2010 because of opioids. She had a shoulder problem in 2004 that she had minor surgery for, then decided she was too fucking lazy to do the PT afterwards, so they put her on long-term pain medication knowing that she was an alcoholic in recovery. Vicodin became oxy became fentanyl, and by 2010 she was a couchdrooler when she wasn't frantically convincing her pain doctor to prescribe more powerful shit for her. At one point I got on the phone with her doc's office and told them she was addicted and they were feeding her addiction and what was it going to take for them to stop giving her the shit that was going to kill her eventually, and they said as long as she didn't drop the pen when she signed for her drugs they'd keep giving them to her.
It seems like they've cut back a ton in the past number of years on how much they will prescribe. When I had a near death type ski crash in 2012, they prescribed me enough hydro morphine dilauded to keep an elephant high for months. I couldn't shit for 2 weeks and that caused me to get off them as quick as I could.
They gave me IV Dilaudid when I had an appendicitis ten years ago.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Where did you have it done? At a cannery?
Oohh, the 'Ville. Ouch.
I grew up there, escaped to the UW, moved back while working in Redmond due to housing prices, now live in Tacompton.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Where did you have it done? At a cannery?
Oohh, the 'Ville. Ouch.
I grew up there, escaped to the UW, moved back while working in Redmond due to housing prices, now live in Tacompton.
Nothing says Success like Marysville to Tacoma. You've made it!
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Where did you have it done? At a cannery?
Oohh, the 'Ville. Ouch.
I grew up there, escaped to the UW, moved back while working in Redmond due to housing prices, now live in Tacompton.
Do you ever get used to the poop smell? I remember getting off the bus to play there, and the smell of shit was overwhelming.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Where did you have it done? At a cannery?
Oohh, the 'Ville. Ouch.
I grew up there, escaped to the UW, moved back while working in Redmond due to housing prices, now live in Tacompton.
Do you ever get used to the poop smell? I remember getting off the bus to play there, and the smell of shit was overwhelming.
Capitalistic poop smells better than socialist camp poop.
Vasectomy? Nothing. Not even ice (balls of steel). Drove myself home.
I was given vicodin when I was 16 for what was believed to be a stress fracture from football. Didn't do shit. Hurt just as bad, and didn't get me high at all. All encounters with opioid prescriptions since have been a waste. I've never really had any reaction to them, positive or negative. They go down the throat, and nothing's changed with me. Franny.
Most powerful painkiller I've ever experienced is plain ol' aspirin coupled with a little adrenaline. I had four knee surgeries before my senior year in high school, never mind all of the minor injuries from being the most comically undersized football player ever, and most school days I limped around from class to class, barely able to get up out of my chair or lift my arms above my head, but pop four aspirin and gut it out through warmups, and I'd be full sprint for practice. Every game was four aspirin before warmups and three at halftime.
I'm not sure I fit in around here: I'm the guy who had to rehab from a fucking aspirin addiction... I still sometimes dose up a bit with the ol' Vitamin A before a track day if I'm nursing one of my frequent old man injuries.
I drove myself home from my vasectomy, too, after having the marcaine not work. Felt everything, down to my toes and up to my shoulder. Took all my willpower not to throttle the doc snipping my balls
Vicodin works well with Jack Daniels, or so I recall from a root canal I had in 1992
I felt everything when I had the V-job and they kept just giving me more shots in my nuts. 4 vials. I went home with my balls inflated with meds and felt every pothole glaring at my wife. It was fucking awful. Hurts thinking about it.
Where did you have it done? At a cannery?
Oohh, the 'Ville. Ouch.
I grew up there, escaped to the UW, moved back while working in Redmond due to housing prices, now live in Tacompton.
Do you ever get used to the poop smell? I remember getting off the bus to play there, and the smell of shit was overwhelming.
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There's only one prescription drug worth getting addicted to.
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