Thursday, November 10, 2005
Yes, I Turned Down a Prescription For Vicodin
This morning I had to go see Dr. Boris for a follow-up to the last shot that that I got in my back. It was pretty routine, he just wanted to see how I was feeling.
I told him that I wasn't sleeping well because of the lingering pain, and asked if there was something I could take, perhaps a pain killer slightly stronger than the Ultracet that he had given me. They seemed to be wearing off to quickly.
He said he could give me some Vicodin, which would make me sleepy and take away the pain. I was less than pleased. The last time I took Vicodin, back in 2000 during a root canal, it left me completely retarded for days on end. I can't be retarded for days on end. I'm a writer, I have to think. I have a class to teach, I have to be lucid.
So yes, I turned down an easy prescription for Vicodin. I guess I just don't have an addictive personality.
In other news, I skipped not only a film screening last night but a book party as well so I could go to yoga. It was an excellent choice. The decision to go to Sal Anthony's Movement Salon was a way to not only get some exercise while my back gets its act together, but also to destress. My ability to decompress is sometimes compromised, mostly due to the demands that I put on myself.
Anyway, yoga was a dream. It was an hour and half of poses and stretching and then we did a yin practice at the end, in which we sat in the dark in silence for about 15 minutes. The effects were really relaxing. So relaxing, that I came home, ate some hummus, and then fell asleep at 9:00 PM. But I guess I needed it.
Tonight I'm off to a party and then hopefully a little bit more cleaning of my house. I still haven't found my house keys even though I gave the house a good once-over this morning. I tossed out a huge bag full of empty mineral water bottles. Some people have beer bottles cluttering up their place, me, I have mineral water.
