(Originally posted on the website Continuum…)

Give me codeine or give me death!

Isn’t it something how one can become so fond of narcotics when they can’t breath, ache all over, cough like they have emphysema, and just basically feel like crap?

I was convinced to go to a doctor today when a female co-worker took one look at me and exclaimed, “Oh my God!! What happened to you?? You look awful!!” Now, I’ve gotten that reaction from a few women over the years. And several others never really vocalized it. But I could see what they were thinking in their eyes. Yet, I think this co-worker was genuinely concerned about my health and not just simply repulsed by my looks.

What does the doctor say?

Pretty much nothing that I didn’t already know! For the most part he just echoed everything I told him. He basically agreed that I look and feel like I got hit by a rather large vehicle, charged me $15, and sent me off to the pharmacy… with a prescription for narcotics!

“Dude! Thanks for hookin’ me up, man!”

Posted at 8:55 PM (EST)