Narcotics, the Freedom of the Pills

Left, a normal hip. Right, my hip. That part sticking out on the right? Yeah, that's got to go.

Drugs are great. Reeeeallly great. Yeeeeaaaahhh.

I'm on drugs right now, obviously. I've really never done drugs much at all in my life, which probably makes them work way better on me. Today, for instance, I'm on Vicodin, and it seems to really be doing the trick.

There was a kind of transition period between when I was in the hospital, and when I came home, and I was without pain relief, or with pretty limited pain relief, for a few hours. And let me tell you, that makes me really appreciate having the pills now.

The scary operation I had was "hip arthroscopic surgery with traction" which means they pulled my femur partway out of my hip, then cut two holes in the skin. They stuck a little fiber optic telescope through one, and a dremel tool in through the other, and shaved off the part of my femur that was getting in the way. Now, that may sound like fun, but it really wasn't.

But I don't remember any of it. The anesthetist said "so I just put about three beers into your IV," and next thing I knew I was in the recovery room. And right now, my hip should be really quite angry at me because I let strangers remove part of it, but instead it's just kind of humming along, feeling groovy.

So drugs are great, and you obviously need the right drugs for your living room adventures. Lack of drugs could rapidly lead to expedition failure. On the other hand, too much drugs can also lead to expedition failure. For example, it took me two hours to write this post because I took my Vicodin in the middle of it, and that meant I took about an hour and a half nap.

Hopefully my blog posts will become a little more lucid as I wean myself off of the drugs.