This is like, my second post, so I don't entirely know if this is in the right spot...anyway;
So, I was hanging out with my dad the other day who has a script of Hydrocodone and Somas for back pain. We were watching some movie when, out of nowhere, the dude gets up off the couch shaky as a motherfucker(no doubt just the Somas doin' they job) and just starts picking at the blinds. This goes on for about 2-3 minutes befpre I ge up and see what the fuck he's doing. He's got this catatonic, 1,000 mile away stare goin' on, and is completely unresponsive to anything I say. I kept askin' him questions, and he wouldn't answer with anything. Eventually, I pull his hand away from the blinds, and then he aknowledges me and tells me to stop. Eventually, i get himto stop and sit on the couch. I ask him if he wants to lay down, and he says yeah, then just sits there. He then gets up, again, slowly and shakily, and walks to his room, over to his safe where he keeps his pills, then walks back to the living room and sits on the couch. He's got a helluva nod goin' by this time, too, as you can imagine. Then he gets up, barely gets a bowl of soup made, ends up eating two bowls of soup and is fucking FINE. No memory of what happened either. This only happened once before, and it was because of the Somas, and perhaps the mix of Hydrocodone too. Same dead stare, same shake, everything. So I ask you, good people; da fuck happened?
So, I was hanging out with my dad the other day who has a script of Hydrocodone and Somas for back pain. We were watching some movie when, out of nowhere, the dude gets up off the couch shaky as a motherfucker(no doubt just the Somas doin' they job) and just starts picking at the blinds. This goes on for about 2-3 minutes befpre I ge up and see what the fuck he's doing. He's got this catatonic, 1,000 mile away stare goin' on, and is completely unresponsive to anything I say. I kept askin' him questions, and he wouldn't answer with anything. Eventually, I pull his hand away from the blinds, and then he aknowledges me and tells me to stop. Eventually, i get himto stop and sit on the couch. I ask him if he wants to lay down, and he says yeah, then just sits there. He then gets up, again, slowly and shakily, and walks to his room, over to his safe where he keeps his pills, then walks back to the living room and sits on the couch. He's got a helluva nod goin' by this time, too, as you can imagine. Then he gets up, barely gets a bowl of soup made, ends up eating two bowls of soup and is fucking FINE. No memory of what happened either. This only happened once before, and it was because of the Somas, and perhaps the mix of Hydrocodone too. Same dead stare, same shake, everything. So I ask you, good people; da fuck happened?