059. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

[cranky voice;]

I don't even get the chance to stretch and say "ah, all better." Three days stuck solid that means that for seventy two hours I was stuck in one single position without any vicodin. Standing.

[called out over his shoulder]

Eden, why didn't you try and lay me down?

[grumble sigh]

This is not a small violin solo. This is a professional opinion.

I need my vicodin. This isn't a joke. I'm in pain. Do you even know what that is? Not a stubbed toe. Not a migraine, unless you think that a migraine persists after sleeping or medication. The vicodin doesn't even make it better. It makes it bearable. Advil won't help. And I've taken an entire days needed dosage. I'll settle for liquid even though I could end up in a coma at this point. I don't care. It wasn't with me unless people are capable of stealing from statues. I don't care if you're a druggie and you sell yourself for the next happy trip. You took it and its mine.

Comments

[eiremagic]

Because I'm an irresponsible prat.

[She's rolling her eyes but getting you your meds, Dr. Cranky]

[orderonto]

Welcome back to the world of the organic, doctor.

[reginagloriae]

Huh. I don't have Vicodin and you won't get it because is a cursed day. But I can help you to take the pain away until you do.