I found a bottle in one of my travel bags from this summer. An ER doctor had given me 5mg Percocet to relieve some of my pain from a viral infection in my head that had caused me facial pain and since I can’t take NSAIDs or steroids orally, the Percocet had been part of my treatment. I don’t know how this bottle ended up in a suitcase, I thought I had taken the 15 pills that were inside.
I had only taken 4 of them. However, I have them right now and I am using them to get me through until I either get in with the new doctor or until I convince myself to go beg my primary.
I don’t need 4-6 of these a day. I need only two to make myself comfortable. I can take a whole one in the morning and then break a 5mg and take it in two separate doses to get through the rest of the day, comfortably.
However, the best part… I am writing. Oh my god! It feels great! The first chapter of Demonic Dreams flows. As I’m writing I know how the story goes. I know what’s going to happen next. And I am writing. I’m hoping over the next week or so to get a lot done with the percocet.
I’m not clawing at my leg trying to find ways to detach it. Just two percocet gives me more relief than 4-6 Vicodin in a day. And the number of pills I have is more than what I actually have because I can break them in half. I feel like I can do so much right now. I’m not. I’m writing. I have some of my mojo back at least temporarily.
As for doing things other than writing, that will come later today when this one tablet has worn off. But not too much. I have learned I often overdo it. I am learning to live within my limitations.
But I am so excited to get my writing back even if it is temporary. I’m hoping the new doctor will understand when I tell him.