So I had a bunch of teeth removed about 10 days ago. No fun. Not to worry, they are wisdom teeth and two others you thankfully can't notice.I need this for my braces to work properly in a very over-crowded mouth.
I was out for the entire process even though I had requested IV anesthetic that puts you in that twilight sleep - an 'you are aware but you're not' kind of thing. Me? Knocked out for an hour. And thrilled about it.
When the staff and my husband put me into the car, I was awake again with a mouth stuffed with bloody gauze and supplies from the dental surgeon. All those and a prescription for a strong pain killer. Despite three terribly painful c-sections in two and a half years, I'm a big baby. "Did I get a prescription?" I asked my husband, barely comprehensible with the enormous wads of gauze covering 6 gaping holes in my mouth. Having stitches in two of the holes didn't help either. "Yep, not to worry," he said. "And did you make sure..." I started. "Yes," he interrupted. "I told them Vicodin makes you really sick, they gave you Percocet." How well he knew my intent to avoid as much pain as possible. That expression 'what doesn't kill me makes me stronger' is nonsense to me. I've had many hard knocks in life and am quite hardy but what doesn't kill me might leave me miserable. And we don't want that.
I twisted around to the dental 'goody' bag and fumbled for the prescription. I wanted to make sure the surgeon gave me more than a few in order to get me through this. He had. I loved him.
So I took my pills. Not to get high, I have no interest in that. Just to avoid the pain. I still have 3 very small children and work and a home to run. And I'm not much of a martyr. So I took what I needed to get me through the first few days of pain.
But I got to thinking. It's a nice feeling - having the pain meds. I don't advocate any kind of abuse but let's face it, if a medication takes the edge of life away - who wouldn't want it? Especially those of us who live pretty close to that edge!
The meds are gone now. But I do see how a woman (or man) could want more.