Recycling

About two weeks ago, my general prac put me on my first ever narcotic pain regimen. The drug of choice, kadian, is essentially time-released morphine, and although the first couple days were amazing my system subsequently crashed. The goal was to break the pain cycle and allow myself time to gain back the strength I've lost since the accident, but the experiment backfired because instead of feeling better, I simply felt sick in a whole new capacity.

I broke off the narcotics after a week, and instead of going on oxycontin I've elected to proceed with codine and an attitude adjustment. My physiatrist says that he fears I am slipping into a chronic pain cycle, in which the mind tells the body to feel pain when in fact nothing is wrong. This transition is incredibly difficult to undo, and I intend to fight it with everything I have. But now, I'm fighting my own head. Fun.

My physiatrist's main strategy for me is that I should provide my nervous system with other things to focus on besides pain - such as sixty second graders drowning in "A Midsummer Night's Dream." But now that the school year is over, I must find new and equally engaging activities to distract my shredded nerves. Thus, I propose something to the world.

I have always loved visitors, however despite my winning personality I haven't had that many (those of you who have come, know that I appreciate it more than I could say). I understand that people's lives are full and stressful, and that I live in the boonies, but I have been in my house and at the doctor - almost exclusively - for two years. Step up, people, because this part I cannot do alone. I need distraction. Prove that life is out there waiting for me.

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