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. It HURT BAD. 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 was still in pain. I felt like I had been kicked multiple times in the nuts. Throughout the rest of the morning and early afternoon, I followed the directions on the label: 1 pill every 4 hours. 2 pills and 4 hours later wasn't relieving the pain. Taking them as prescribed hadn't helped the pain and certainly didn't have any recreational properties.
Later that afternoon, I took 3 pills at once. 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. Then drink the 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. Now I was crushing and filtering 5 pills and drinking the water. Then 10 pills which is where I started feeling a buzz. By Sunday, it was 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. As for the surgery, I still have 2 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. Hmmm, it does look like they are starting to close. I can't see my nuts anymore.
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. It HURT BAD. 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 was still in pain. I felt like I had been kicked multiple times in the nuts. Throughout the rest of the morning and early afternoon, I followed the directions on the label: 1 pill every 4 hours. 2 pills and 4 hours later wasn't relieving the pain. Taking them as prescribed hadn't helped the pain and certainly didn't have any recreational properties.
Later that afternoon, I took 3 pills at once. 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. Then drink the 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. Now I was crushing and filtering 5 pills and drinking the water. Then 10 pills which is where I started feeling a buzz. By Sunday, it was 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. As for the surgery, I still have 2 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. Hmmm, it does look like they are starting to close. I can't see my nuts anymore.
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.