Saturday, December 18, 2010

Starve a cold, feed a hallucination

Or something like that.

I was in pain the other day, so I took the pain patch that I haven't used in about a month. I also took some Oxycodone before going to sleep. That night I had so many hallucinations and nightmares. There were people in the room, and, of course, I hallucinated that I pooped in my bed and it was alive. Some of you may remember my hallucinations in the hospital involved pooping Mardi Gras beads. Why do my hallucinations always seem to involve poop? I guess that is for my psychiatrist to figure out.

Which reminds me, in the hospital they took several x-rays of my butt. I asked them to let me know what they found up there because I'm missing some stuff.

They didn't find anything so I received a couple enemas and some prune juice.

Happy times!!!




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8 comments:

Sandee said...

Your medication is wicked. Wicked I say. I never want to dream about poop. Ever. Just saying.

Have a terrific day Crotchety. My very best to the Mrs. :)

ReformingGeek said...

Dreams about poop?

Um.....Maybe you need another enema.

At least they didn't find your head stuck up there.

;-)

Maritess G. said...

Hey Joe!
Sorry you've been in pain.
Dreaming about poop...ewww lol.
That would be a total nightmare for me.

Feel better..

Take care. Happy Holidays to you and Mrs. C!

~tess~

LL said...

Well... sounds like you've at least got your shit together.

FishHawk said...

LL's comment blew anything that I might have to say right out of the water.

LaurAyn said...

You should sell those on the black market. You'd make a fortune and would be able to pay all your medical bills. LOL

IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAY said...

dream poop lol.....at least it won't leave marks or smell. were the beads pretty?
im new here this is the first post i came across.........i'm a fan hahahha

Ben Reinhardt said...

I took NyQuil once and I thought Shirley Temple was crawling on my ceiling and spun her head around trainspotting style. Oh, and she had razor teeth. Never. Again.