Pill-leez

"....the more the merrier, right?" - The Pharmacist

I had my MRI on Friday night. The results I was supposed to have today. Nothing. The doctor looking at my knee said they were going to be there by the end of the night. My appointment is for Thursday.

Go figure.

Before I left, she asks me how the pain is from 1 to 10. Seeing that the fool next to me knocked his car door right into my fucking kneecap right before my appointment today, I was at a good 8. Before I could finish telling my story she writes out a perscription for Percoset AND Vicoden. When I get to the pharmacy, I'm looked at by 3 different people who all check my ID. (Guess the Phat Farm varsity jacket and scully was a little too 'hood' for them) Sitting there felt like I was being examined again. After a good 20 minutes, one of the pharmacists come out and asks me how it happened, after telling her the story, she looked at me and handed me this zip-loc bag full of shit and said "DO NOT take these on the way home, take when you get there, trust me" I looked at the percoset and counted out 30 by 800 milligrams and the vic's at 25 and 800 milligrams also. I looked back at her and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders... "The more the merrier, right?"

Sheeeeit.

I can't call it. The healing process is gonna take some time. In order for my body to know how to heal itself is to do it naturally. I just didn't want to start off 07 like this. Oh well, something told me i should listen to folks when they say I'm getting old.

nah fuck it, i'm getting better dammit.

I'm out yall be cool,

daChamp