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The hydrocodone is my friend.
My friend, my very best friend.
And like all great friends, it takes away my sadness.
It nullifies the pain that's gathered at the back of my throat.
And brings me silence through uncontrollable urges for slumber.
The taste is awful, like cheap cough syrup, but it's not difficult to chase.
The effect is almost necessary and immediate.
And now I feel sadness, where the Lortab once brought me joy.
I feel alert and tense without my paracetemol cocktail.
And awake, and unmoving.
I twist and turn my limbs.
Shake and jolt them, hoping for any kind of consumption of energy.
So that I may find peace from this restlessness.
My mind feels weary.
The vicodin in my system doesn't live up to my expectations.
The hydrocodone fluids have already set the standard too high.
800mg of Ibuprofen like a bland hor d'oeuvre.
It doesn't take my longing away.
I suffered through most of the worst symptoms on my best nights.
The somnolence, lethargy, the rapid heartbeat, the nausea to the point of hospitalization.
But no matter.
I have new prescriptions for those.
Orthoxycol, Duodin, Hycomine, Novahistex, Lorcet...
You all tempt me, for you are all the same.
....And how I miss you.
 Wulfieh · Wed Jan 20, 2010 @ 01:56am · 0 Comments |
