third day thumpings

So here I am on day three and I'm feeling pretty horrible this morning; right now I'm trying to decide if I want to run to MickeyD for some breakfast. My stomach is still a bit upset from the vicodin yesterday, but I still want to eat everything in sight for the most part.

Yesterdays vicodin spree was something else; I don't know if I'll try it again today or not. I guess it depends on how bad the craving/discomfort gets. Last night was pretty miserable; I learned a great deal about vicodin hangovers ...and how when ones reaction to noise tends to be about like every nerve ending in the body is set on fire at the same time, that perhaps the 4th of July isn't the best time to come down. ...major conflict, because I can't decide if the drug itself is better or worse than the hangover. Fuck ...mostly I just slept through it right after I took it; there wasn't much sleeping last night though.

Well dammit ...the elephant must be out of bed upstairs. I just can't figure how they manage to make as much noise as they do up there without it being on purpose!

This morning I have found that the visual hallucination stage of my withdrawls are beginning (dammit). I think it's a bit odd to tell people about that aspect of things; they always look at me like I told them I see purple Venusian rabbits named "Bob" who like to read me ee cummings by candlelight (which would be downright silly since Zeke already does that). I noticed when I started typing this, I kinda zoned out for a minute ...and the desktop icons started slowly "drifting." And that's about the size of it ...I see vague motions, sometimes out of the corner of my eye ...sometimes when just staring idly at nothing in particular. Very bizarre, but no more or less troubling than any of the rest of it.

Hoo-kay. I just put those two totes that were in front of the fireplace into the outside shed; re-arranged the hall closet and put away my toolbox (also in front of the fireplace). I may take on hanging up a few pictures today; it would be kind of nice to get all those pictures in my bedroom entryway either hung up or put away. I think I may actually be kind of up to trying to get a little bit more work done around here today.

I DID indeed "do" the vicodin again an hour or so ago; I think there may be about 4-5 more in the bottle, and as long as it makes this crap a little better, I think I'm going to be pretty unapologetic about it.