By Marika Delan.
I came out of my hole to see the things that hurt me in the light of day.
I was frightened of my shadow and went back inside to hide.
I’ve been here for so long now, it must be that winter has come and gone away.
Punxsutawney Phil came out of his burrow and saw his shadow today.
The forecast is 6 more weeks of winter.
. . .
Vicodin, Oxycodone, Percocet, pick your poison — there was no shortage of top shelf pills for the pain. Just make sure to follow the instructions lest you cause liver failure, or worse, stop breathing and die:
Take one to two tablets every 4-6 hours as needed for pain.
Do not operate heavy machinery. May cause drowsiness (and nausea, epic constipation, anorexia, withdrawal that will make you think you are Leo DiCaprio in The Basketball Diaries, and deep dark soul sucking depression that might explain why people ruin their lives over what doctors are doling out like candy).
Do not drink alcohol while taking this medication.
Pick a shelf, pick a drug, my medicine cabinet was full of whatever you could possibly want because there was nothing I wanted less than to take opiate narcotics. I had seen the true meaning of the word painkillers. I had seen them kill more than the pain.