If I didn’t need the drugs so badly, I would sale them to you.
As I was popping my pills freely, including my beloved vicodin, among dudes, one asked the common question with a sly smile: “Can I have a vicodin? I will pay anything.” I looked at my white oval pill with such love and desire. I thought to myself, “I could spare one and make a couple of bucks.” But then, I thought of the moral implications- ‘Tis wrong for thee to share prescriptions amongst comrades’– plus, it is apparently illegal (minor detail). I looked at the dude, who was desperately still trying to hold onto his early twenties (and deny his thirties) by wearing a backwards cap, and said with a polite smile, “Fudge No!!!” (Ps I don’t say fudge…). It is then I realize that the Houston’s streets would be safe from my medicine cabinet. Lupus patients would never become drug dealers… we almost enjoy the drugs (i.e. powerful painkillers) too much…. and we can’t live without them!
Enjoy your prescribed painkiller… maybe sprinkle it over ice cream, cupcakes, be creative. Enjoy that moment of haze, forget why you are even taking it and smile.
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