Drug addled stupor blogging
My doctors had to switch one of my prescriptions, which suddenly stopped performing its job of keeping me free from excruciating pain whenever I attempt to swallow and process solid food. She instead gave me meds which while it makes digestion painless, it causes the walls of my bedroom to melt and my fingers to turn into stone, and I lose all speech and cognitive function. I thought it would be fun to figure out how long it takes for me to become completely unable to form, any kind of coherent thought.
So, here goes:
I once knwew a blind man who would nowreite potatos abohyut gekdan danger, geklp. helop. eirocks everything looks like rocks even my handsTey are rocks and the keybard is rock. I cant tell when the keybpoard ends and rock fingers begin. I can no longer hold up my head. ANd my eyelids are closing. I still see my rocky hands. I am not operate heavy machinery or drive or walk within five minutes after taking this pill. I am giggling now. Sleep comes soon. I was first alerted to these effects because I would text people what at the time were very very important messages and the next day, KJ would be all “umm.. Dawn…are you on crack? Cause you can tell me…i wont judge.” I had a whole im with Karol with was rows and rows of my typing help spelled all manners of ways.
Fleep
April 18th, 2008 at 2:21 am
Just say no.
April 18th, 2008 at 9:34 am
Fleep
This made the whole post worthwhile.
April 18th, 2008 at 9:58 am
KJ would be all “umm.. Dawn…are you on crack? Cause you can tell me…i wont judge.”
Are you on crack? because I don’t remember having that conversation with you. Trust me, I will judge you.
April 18th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Where’s my link?
April 18th, 2008 at 4:23 pm
Um…if you have any extra, feel free to share.
April 18th, 2008 at 6:06 pm
“I am not operate heavy machinery or drive or walk within five minutes after taking this pill.”
Also–bbq’s. The Smokey-ettes in Portland have a fun story about Smokey, vicodin, and a bottle of lighter fluid.
April 21st, 2008 at 5:11 pm
Advice of the day
April 17th, 2008 by Dawn Summers
When you write something whacko, you should let it sit overnight. - casca
Read thy own blog, Summers
(ohyeah, hope you’re feeling better)