| |  For quite a while this afternoon I was hopped up on a drug known to me as Percocet. Upon popping the little, bitter pill, I knew only one emotion: "useful." I did a great many efficient things in the minutes following, such as making a phone call, checking facebook, writing an e-mail, and checking facebook again soon afterward.
I have been in the house for at least two days now, having had my wisdom teeth removed on Thursday. I remember little of the surgery save for the smalltalk I made with the dentist as he shoved the IV in my arm, explaining that there was valium seeping through the little tube that went inside of me, and I thought of The Princess Bride and Prince Valium, and . . . then I was swollen, being led to the car, which was parked next to a trash can with a sticker on it for a local band called The Spotlight, and they were everywhere, I thought, even on Main Street in Laurel.
The Percocet is a glorious drug, and do I ever feel inspired as it courses through me. On occasion, I will want a cigarette to bring me down from the pillowy heights, but the doctor insists that I cannot smoke for it will loosen the stitches in my mouth.
And I do not want those stitches loosened, for I want the healing to be quick and effective, so I can get up without feeling faint, and drive the car without going limp at an intersection, and eat foods other than the applesauce. God, I love the applesauce. I bought twenty-five dollars worth of applesauce and pudding in preparation for the surgery, but I am already tired of both. |
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