Ho-kay, here's the deal. A couple of days ago I got my tonsils out. As soon as I woke up after the surgery they injected me with morphine. Thing is, my body doesn't take kindly to morphine...we kind of found that out the hard way. I went into a fit where my body would shake uncontrollibly and I couldn't breath. What really sucked was that through all of this, I was conscious. I knew what was happening but could not do a damned thing about it. Also, after all the drugs that they had pumped into to me through the IV wore off, I felt like s**t. I couldn't walk because me head wouldn't stop spinning and I threw up just about all of my bloody organs.
Anyhoo, my dad me that told what happened to me was very similar to what happens to most drug addicts (Well, the ones that use the serious stuff anyway. Were not talking about weed or smoking some back water oregano herbs lass. I am talking the big time mafia, straight from Cuba, having you kissing your best friends hairy a** kind of drugs^^).
Did I walk over to my dad and slap on the back and say, "Well then why the hell aren't we all addicts. That s**t was ********' great pops!"? Hell no!
1. He would kick my a**, rip it off, and then feed it to me burnt (because he burns everything he cooks) and watch me choke on it.
2. That is just bloody crazy! Why the hell would you put yourself through something like that? Crazy bastards...Oh well, it is their funeral. Let them p***k themselves with a needle that they just found out back of a Herpes-Syphili-Gonorrhea-aids cancer (Yes, that is all one disease...it is just that bad...poor patients. xp ) treatment hospital.
Yeah...that is of my drug rant for now.
 blackghost7 · Sat Nov 26, 2005 @ 09:15pm · 0 Comments |
