~Shall We Pop Pills?

I admit it. I'm, as the revered Sir Chas. Barkley would say, a turrrrrible patient. A) I don't like to take medicines. If I am forced to I will-- so don't blame me for super bugs, I finish any antibiotics. But subjective meds? Oh, hell no. I'll go days with a headache before I acquiesce and take a single aspirin. In my head, I realize it's not true, but somehow it feels weak to have to give into some force tryin' to get the best of me. 

 

The last time I had surgery they sent me home with a prescription for 100 Oxycontin. Apparently, the medical professional who regularly preforms such surgeries, has many years of medical education and training, as well as experience with what to expect with recovery from said surgery, deemed that 100 pills were appropriate. 

 

I, on the other hand, with my vast medical experience gleaned from a lifetime of watching Emergency!, ER and a my Police Officer-turned-RN mother, decided that I should really only need to take them for 3 days after I returned home.  I couldn't see any reason why after a solid 72 hours, one shouldn't be able just to 'gut it up'.  I am a bit of a hard ass when it comes to certain random rules I completely make up for myself and only hold myself to.

 

 

I'd rather wash my eyes out with tap water than take an allergy pill.  When a cold invades me I take a hot chocolate, a nap and a hot shower, but not a pill.  Being dependant on a pill seems like a personal affront to my ability to beat whatever the pill is in charge of managing. 

 

...With that said, I gotta tell ya.  I'm totally fuckin' considering asking my doc for a Rx for this -IQ stuff:

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As always, please do NOT substitute any information, or recommendations conveyed via the Big Brown Girl World blog in lieu of your own good judgement, or that of your medical professional.  I am not a doctor, nor have I played one on TV.  In fact, I am a walkin' cautionary tale, at best.  You have been warned. 

~Shall We Pop Pills?