If I were getting screwed regularly, I'm sure the screw jokes would be more tolerable. As it is, they make me feel bitter.
The sensation of the morphine hitting my system was strange. Kind of like the special effect you sometimes see on TV or in the movies, where the screen starts to shimmy, then dissolve in concentric rings. Not an overly pleasant feeling. The nurse in the ER said, before she gave it to me, that it sometimes "sort of takes your breath away." That would have been okay, except that it didn't touch the pain.
Years ago I had an abcessed tooth, and I was out of town, so I phoned my dentist and he phoned a prescription for percodan to a pharmacy nearby. I took some, and when it kicked in, I felt dizzy, woozy, short of breath, like I was trying to run in deep, frozen molasses. Like those dreams where you try to run but your legs are leaden. I was immersed in fog, drowning in fog, but through it all was one brilliant beacon: this throbbing, excruciating pain in my jaw. The percodan took the edge off everything except the pain. I couldn't believe that anyone would voluntarily take this pill.
