'Life is discovered on other planets!' shouted one of the young men who had been staring at Janice Cray - this was Kieth Frias, whose left arm would shortly be torn from his body. -Stephen King, once again blatantly foreshadowing a brutal death.
Yesterday I found I only had 1 pill of Dilaudid left and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. My recovery has made me able to empathize with those who are addicted to painkillers. I always thought to myself “why don’t they just stop?” But now, I get the appeal.
I’m glad I don’t have an addictive personality (quit smoking for good on July 1st and never looked back) otherwise I’d be in big trouble. Trust me, I really enjoyed popping a pill and checking out for a while during my recovery, but I can’t even fathom what it would be like to attempt to live a functional life while constantly high on medication like that.
The world isn’t always an easy place to live in and we’re all just doing our best to get by. I think I’ll always have a love/hate relationship with the role Pharmaceuticals play in that.