My ode to narcotics

Finally, the Jeff has come BACK, to blogging.

A week, and several medications later, I am back and up and running at the office. Also with a three day, excruciating detour to New York City in between. Let's just say, it was a tough recovery process. Let's start at the beginning. Last Wednesday morning I head into the dentist's office, sit down, and immediately hear the recovery process for another patient who was about to leave. Next thing I know I am whisked into the back and am fed laughing gas right away. Didn't seem to do much for me until they started to put the IV in and I started to crack a joke about driving in Boston. Who knows why but check out the bruise the IV gave me and this is 8 days after.

Next thing I know, I am super groggy and in a ton of pain. Wait, is it over, dear God tell me it's over. I have a whacky ice pack contraption wrapped around my head, sorry, no picture of that, that I know of! And I am out the door. Took no more than an hour and a half. I informed my wife she was driving too fast on the way home and she enlightened me that we were sitting at a red light. Good times. Spent the next few days whacked out on Super Percocet. Stronger than what they give C-section patients. Next thing I know, it's the weekend and I am still not feeling well. Called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkey's jumping on my head. Not exactly, but they did give me a clove paste to inject into the gaping holes in my gums which started to help and gave me a prescription for my new best friend Mr. Vicodin.

Monday roles along and I had to drive to Manhattan for the Publishing Business Expo and Conference. Of course the hotel couldn't get my companies credit card to work and check in took two hours. But I did have this fabulous view from my hotel room:

The conference was interesting and thanks to Mr. Vicodin again, and the clove paste, I was able to survive and do my job. So today, I am choosing "Sweet Pain" by Blues Traveler as my song of the day. Because with my drugs the pain became somewhat sweet and tingly, at least part of time.

"Can you feel what I feel?

So we can establish that the pain is real

Don't be afraid and I'll do the same for you

And we'll just hang on and we'll make it, make it through

There's got to be a reason it works out this way

And there's something deep inside me

That makes me have to play

For you

For you

In no position to give advice

My heart it spoke and I wrote it down

And you know every wisdom has its price

My head up in the stars

And my feet planted firmly on the ground

When will I embrace this life I see?

I've been wondering for so long

Thinking back, the truth may be

I've been unaware but I've been living it all along

And it didn't cost a dime

And it did not come for free

It just would not let me be

But it never conquered me

Just a doorway and a key

And I think that we both agree

Sweet pain

Is sometimes what you need

Sweet pain

It allows the blood to bleed

Sweet pain

From the moment of your birth

Sweet pain

You know it keeps you here on Earth"