74 Tripping
The stabbing pain didn't wake me up at 12:30 am any more, but I still occasionally got these stabbing zingers in the evenings usually, though thankfully it did not last for an extended period.
The fact that they just came out of the blue though, for example when I would be in the middle of a conversation with someone, did require the occasional explanation as to why I had gone into contortions.
Speaking of contortions, at this time I had an interesting experience that I hadn't had since my late teen years.
The instructions on my new painkillers read: Take 1 - 2 every 4 - 6 hours if needed for pain.
So I decided to take two.
Soon, I began feeling very weird. Bad weird, not good weird. My whole body felt prickly, I got all emotional, and I began to voice my worry to my wife that "Maybe they gave me the wrong prescription?"
I looked up at a picture on my wall of the Arc de Triumph, awed by the outstanding colors, and exclaimed "Hey, Paris! I've been there!"
And then I saw another of the Piazza Navona, and was now all excited, "And Rome! Hey, I used to live just a few blocks away from there."
Now these are all pictures that had been hanging on my wall for about 5 years.
Suddenly, I burst out laughing with the realization of what was happening: I was stoned!
So instead of worrying, I decided to just relax and enjoy the ride. After more than occasionally bursting into laughter for extended periods over the next two hours, I mellowed out.
I figured I better cut my dosage to just one tablet every 4 hours, and doing so, I arrived at the operational level that seemed to keep me on an even keel.
The fact that they just came out of the blue though, for example when I would be in the middle of a conversation with someone, did require the occasional explanation as to why I had gone into contortions.
Speaking of contortions, at this time I had an interesting experience that I hadn't had since my late teen years.
The instructions on my new painkillers read: Take 1 - 2 every 4 - 6 hours if needed for pain.
So I decided to take two.
Soon, I began feeling very weird. Bad weird, not good weird. My whole body felt prickly, I got all emotional, and I began to voice my worry to my wife that "Maybe they gave me the wrong prescription?"
I looked up at a picture on my wall of the Arc de Triumph, awed by the outstanding colors, and exclaimed "Hey, Paris! I've been there!"
And then I saw another of the Piazza Navona, and was now all excited, "And Rome! Hey, I used to live just a few blocks away from there."
Now these are all pictures that had been hanging on my wall for about 5 years.
Suddenly, I burst out laughing with the realization of what was happening: I was stoned!
So instead of worrying, I decided to just relax and enjoy the ride. After more than occasionally bursting into laughter for extended periods over the next two hours, I mellowed out.
I figured I better cut my dosage to just one tablet every 4 hours, and doing so, I arrived at the operational level that seemed to keep me on an even keel.
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