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I'm Not Mad Anymore by Ray Printer Friendly

written 11/09/07

Iíve been going to the chiropractor for quite a while now. I was skeptical in the beginning, and only went because several down-to-earth friends and family members recommended it. Honestly, Iím still skeptical, mostly because it doesnít seem to be helping at all. I go in, fill out my little form that describes my painówhich has been steadily getting worseóand then the doctor takes about ten seconds to pop some bones in my back. He tells me that Iím adjusting very well, and then he reassures me that Iíll have good days and bad days, but Iíll eventually get better.

Today was a good day. Upon on the recommendation of my princess, I scheduled an appointment with a regular doctor. He gave me a prescription for hydrocodoneóa narcotic used to kill pain. He told me that there was a good chance that I would be in pain for a long time, and he warned me of the addictiveness of the medication he was prescribing before writing out a prescription that will carry me into next month.

Natural medicine is fine, I suppose, if you donít really care about feeling better. I say thank goodness for modern science, and the pharmaceuticals that it produces. I took my pill, and within half an hour was able to walk without excruciating pain. I had some lunch and then passed out. I slept for five hours straightósomething I havenít done in almost a month.

So hereís how my day went: I woke up, cleaned the kitchen up a bit, studied a little, and then went to the doctor. My princess took the day off from work for our anniversary, so she went with me. While my prescription was getting filled, we drove over to my campus so I could take a testóI think I did fairly well on it, which was niceóand then we went back and picked up my pills. We came home to discover that the flowers I had ordered had arrived (thanks for the tip, Les). Not only that, but the book we had ordered onlineómy anniversary presentóhad also come in.

Itís called The Glacier With Her Name Carved In It And Other Stories by Jeffery Harrell. Iíve mentioned his blog before, because heís an incredible writer. He talks about Macs and politics a lotótwo subjects in which I have zero interestóbut he also writes some stuff that I find very interesting, as well as some outstanding short stories. His book is a collection of those stories, and if youíre looking for something to read, I highly recommend buying a copy. Itís a print-on-demand joint, published through Lulu, but donít let that discourage you. This is some of the best writing Iíve read lately.

Anyway, we went to a bookstore, had some lunch, and then came home and napped. We spent the evening hanging outódoing absolutely nothing, worrying about absolutely nothingóand it was wonderful. Life has a tendency to get out of control, and itís easy to forget to chill out and enjoy it. If youíre lucky, you get to enjoy it with someone you love.

I bitch and moan a lot, but when you get right down to it, I am a lucky man.


written 11/10/07

Today was even better.



posted 11/11/07


Comments:
Entered By Jesse From Austin
2007-11-13 05:46:56

:-)


Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2007-11-19 15:38:00

I'm going to give you some advice since I, too recently spent a good deal of time taking Vicodin (Hydrocodone). Bran flakes. Every morning. And every evening, if you can choke em down. Trust me. And lots of water.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2007-11-19 21:06:36

Anonymous--I'm going to have to go with "no fucking way," on this one. It's not that I don't enjoy shitting myself nonstop, it's just that...yeah, I don't enjoy shitting myself nonstop. Nice try, though.



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