Painkillers

What a wonderful thing - to have drugs for pain! I've seen enough movies that were set in earlier times, when surgery was done with nothing more than a swig of alcohol to take the edge off, that I know I'm quite content to be alive in this, the age of modern medicine. But what those pills can do to your head! Whew! No doubt about it, I didn't have enough practice during the '60s to deal with the trips that come along with this stuff.

One night in the hospital (still on a morphine drip) I woke with a start thinking I was in the midst of an earthquake, only to realize it was the sound of a heavy cart being rolled through the hallway outside my door. Now that I'm home I've been off the morphine for days but I'm still taking a pill every 5 or 6 hours and when it's at its peak I can definitely feel the buzz. So it was not surprising to wake up with a start thinking the ceiling was falling in when the train went by the first night home. It's a sound I'm well familiar with since I've lived within yards of the tracks my whole life, but with drugs on board it suddenly became a disaster about to strike. Funny!

I'm beginning to think that by being such a good girl during the hippie years I missed out on a pretty interesting time....