Listening to Soma FM. Some Fields of Nephilim is playing. That ended. Now Sky Burial. Music to Slit Your Wrists by.
To recap, I had a vasectomy last Friday.
After the surgery I was prescribed a bottle of 5/500 Vicodin. The first pill I took while I waited for my gf to pick me up at the hospital. I followed the directions on the label: 1 pill every 4 hours. 2 pills and 4 hours later, I wasn't feeling anything. Taking them as prescribed hadn't helped the pain and certainly didn't have any recreational properties.
Later that afternoon, I took 3 pills. An hour later, I took 4.... Due to their high acetaminophen content and the known hepatoxicity of that compound, I started filtering out the acetaminophen: crush the pills in a mortar and pestle, put the powder in a coffee filter, filter with ice water. Hydrocodone, an opioid agonist, is highly water soluble. Acetamenophen is not. With this cold-filtering method, you get most of the good stuff and not much of the bad. Then drink the water. Now I was crushing 5 pills and drinking the water. Then 10 pills which is where I started feeling a buzz. Then 20 pills at a time.
I ran out of Vicodin 3 days ago, and now I feel nasty. It feels like buzzing pressure at the base of my skull. Very uncomfortable. I wish I had a beer to take the edge off. The prescription is not refillable. I still have 4 gaping holes on my scrotum -- they didn't give me any stitches. I saw my nuts in there through the large holes when I took off the bandages the other day.
My gf is mad at me (again) and says I've been neutered. I think the real reason she is mad is that she secretly planned to trap me into a marriage by getting pregnant. But with the surgery, I ahve taken away that power that she could have wielded over me. Now that I am sterile, I will always be child-free. On the otehr hand, maybe I'm being too suspicious. Maybe she only hoped that I would eventually change my mind and want to give her children.
To recap, I had a vasectomy last Friday.
After the surgery I was prescribed a bottle of 5/500 Vicodin. The first pill I took while I waited for my gf to pick me up at the hospital. I followed the directions on the label: 1 pill every 4 hours. 2 pills and 4 hours later, I wasn't feeling anything. Taking them as prescribed hadn't helped the pain and certainly didn't have any recreational properties.
Later that afternoon, I took 3 pills. An hour later, I took 4.... Due to their high acetaminophen content and the known hepatoxicity of that compound, I started filtering out the acetaminophen: crush the pills in a mortar and pestle, put the powder in a coffee filter, filter with ice water. Hydrocodone, an opioid agonist, is highly water soluble. Acetamenophen is not. With this cold-filtering method, you get most of the good stuff and not much of the bad. Then drink the water. Now I was crushing 5 pills and drinking the water. Then 10 pills which is where I started feeling a buzz. Then 20 pills at a time.
I ran out of Vicodin 3 days ago, and now I feel nasty. It feels like buzzing pressure at the base of my skull. Very uncomfortable. I wish I had a beer to take the edge off. The prescription is not refillable. I still have 4 gaping holes on my scrotum -- they didn't give me any stitches. I saw my nuts in there through the large holes when I took off the bandages the other day.
My gf is mad at me (again) and says I've been neutered. I think the real reason she is mad is that she secretly planned to trap me into a marriage by getting pregnant. But with the surgery, I ahve taken away that power that she could have wielded over me. Now that I am sterile, I will always be child-free. On the otehr hand, maybe I'm being too suspicious. Maybe she only hoped that I would eventually change my mind and want to give her children.