Wolf: They knocked me out during the removal, which was dizzying for a bit afterwards, but wore off quickly. It was a weird experience, it felt very strange while they were giving me the medicine to make me sleep, I kept noticing that it was getting difficult to move, and then I just remember waking up afterwards.
Illiriam: My face is kind of swollen, but I have a lot of icepacks frozen in preparation. Switching them out every thirty minutes, and such.
SilveredBlue (RB?): A couple of years ago I was in the car with my mom with the windows down, and all of a sudden I smelled something and yelled, "Whoa, I smell day-camp!" and then instantly my brain pictured exactly what room of day camp I had been in when I was seven, and what the counselor was wearing, and everything that had happened that day. After I finished describing this to my mom she just gave me the "I-think-we-need-to-have-you-checked-out-by-a-doctor" look, and kept driving. She's constantly worried now that I'm going to come down with some horrible mental thing, and it's going to mess up life.
And what you said isn't that strange at all... It sounds really quite useful!
Trialia: I have been given a generic sort of Vicodin, but it doesn't like me. It says that some people can be completely fine with it, but others get really messed up. I think it's safe to say that it messes me up.
Haha, I found perfect smilies for this:
How my brain feels without Vicodin: (or )
How my brain feels with Vicodin:
It's been a while since I've taken the Vicodin, so I can think and type with a lot more focus, but I've gotta take another one in a couple of minutes. Blah.
Thank you all for your notes of sympathy/frowny-faces/etc!
Illiriam: My face is kind of swollen, but I have a lot of icepacks frozen in preparation. Switching them out every thirty minutes, and such.
SilveredBlue (RB?): A couple of years ago I was in the car with my mom with the windows down, and all of a sudden I smelled something and yelled, "Whoa, I smell day-camp!" and then instantly my brain pictured exactly what room of day camp I had been in when I was seven, and what the counselor was wearing, and everything that had happened that day. After I finished describing this to my mom she just gave me the "I-think-we-need-to-have-you-checked-out-by-a-doctor" look, and kept driving. She's constantly worried now that I'm going to come down with some horrible mental thing, and it's going to mess up life.
And what you said isn't that strange at all... It sounds really quite useful!
Trialia: I have been given a generic sort of Vicodin, but it doesn't like me. It says that some people can be completely fine with it, but others get really messed up. I think it's safe to say that it messes me up.
Haha, I found perfect smilies for this:
How my brain feels without Vicodin: (or )
How my brain feels with Vicodin:
It's been a while since I've taken the Vicodin, so I can think and type with a lot more focus, but I've gotta take another one in a couple of minutes. Blah.
Thank you all for your notes of sympathy/frowny-faces/etc!
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