Last night after a sushi dinner in SoHo I came home and pretty much fell asleep. At around 2:00 AM I was roused from sleep because of the shooting pain in my back and leg. Realizing that I've had enough of this herniated disc nonsense, I got up and took a Darvocet. It's a cousin of the Percocet and I was hoping it would knock me out so I could get a decent night's sleep for a change.
No such luck. At 4:00 AM I was roused again and so I took another pill. Yet the buggers didn't seem to work. Sure, they made me tired but they didn't seem to do their job, that is, to kill the pain. And these are Darvocets. It's a narcotic analgesic. Since when don't these things make people feel better? Don't people have drug addictions because these things are supposed to be so good? Am I missing some sort of pleasure center in my brain that won't let me enjoy them?
So today I'm a little groggy. I would very much like a nap, or at least a gooey egg and cheese sandwich. Tonight Allison and I are going to an event at Lubin House, to mingle with some Syracuse folk. Should be good times.
