A few days ago, I had my ass handed to me by a giant box of kitty litter, and since then, it’s been all about pain management up in here.
Here are the results of experiments I’ve conducted with the various pharmaceuticals lying around the house:
–Extra-Strength Advil, my preferred over-the-counter pain medication: I took four at a time and experienced no relief. When I checked the expiration date, I found that it was expired. Trash! It was almost empty, anyway, so not much went to waste.
–Extra-Strength Tylenol: I took two at a time and didn’t get any relief from it, either, which isn’t surprising considering that my brain doesn’t get the memos sent by many types of pain-killers. There’s a rumor that natural red-heads tend to be difficult to anesthetize. My biological father has flaming red hair; my natural hair color is reddish (it’s actually really red in the front, where my bangs are). When I woke up from my major abdominal surgery a few years ago (my biological mother had ovarian cancer, so I had a recommended prophylactic bilateral salpingo oophorectomy with hysterectomy, aka the “Everything Out!” women’s surgical special), we discovered that I “don’t have the receptors for morphine,” in the words of one of the nurses. Yep, I woke up feeling everything. My brain does respond to Demerol, though. Lock it up! (No, on second thought, don’t lock it up. Find it. Bring it. Thanks.)
–Aspirin: I tried taking two aspirin yesterday morning, and it also failed to have an effect. So I spent most of the afternoon sleeping.
I see no reason to visit the doctor for this, because I know from vast experience over the course of years that prescription pain-killers like Vicodin, Percoset and several others have very little if any effect on me. They usually do nothing.
The true moral of this story is that I need to get back into working out, so I can keep my lower back strengthened and protected against these kinds of ridiculous mishaps. An MRI from a few years ago revealed a ruptured disc – S1, I think – so I know that I have a weakness in that area already. My favorite way to work out is to train in some kind of martial arts dojo, so I’m going to start researching options around here.
This post was brought to you by Ronnie James and Nounours, who really do appreciate their clean litter every day:
Happy Hump Day, Everyone!
4 thoughts on “Giant Box of Kitty Litter – 1; Kristi – 0”
Ouch! Wishing you a speedy mend. I can empathize that back pain is the worst (for me next to going to the dentist). Although I feel slight relief from pain meds I also feel they are band aids.
Thank you, Jules! You are sweet. =)
Why can’t it ever be the “I rescued a child from a burning building, and in the process through out my back.” Nope it is ALWAYS the reach and stretch just a little wrong, and BAMM.
Hi Johnsdroid, your comment made me laugh because it’s SO true! Thanks for that. =D