Friday, December 23, 2005
Darvocet
is the devil. i'm not in dire i-need-narcotics pain anymore, but my body wants them. i didn't use 'em more than 10 days, moderate doses...yep, i'm a shaky, achy, weepy bag of withdrawal symptoms. I think my last post was reflective of this--apparently darvocet withdrawal symptoms include but are not limited to "Chekovian fatalism, Kierkegaardian existentialism, and teen angst."
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The compact version of the psyche that we get to wake up with, work with all day, and then numb to sleep with food and TV, gets to be very interesting when illed; either through life's hurts or life's excesses. The personality that lies just out of reach beneath the surface likes to jump out with medicines like the Darvocet. Makes you curious about the dark side of each of us, the yang that lies subdued while the yin has all the credit.
indeed, I had some teeth pulled a while back, they put me on darvocet and next thing I know I was staring at the half eaten remains of the postman.
I've said too much.
merry christmas.
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