Medicine Man-tle, I think the morphine I took was hopsital standard - comes in a special cylinder that fits the machine. I went thru a few of those. I think my Superman Vision sees morphine sulfate on the label there. Clear liquid.
Then when I got out, I can't remember what they gave me, of course. It might have been tylenol three, but whatever it was was sooper powerful. They let me out of the main surgery early, as that Doctor believes in home care unless there's a damn good reason, and I agree. So he just lets you fish in his pocket. I remember being in so much pain that unless I took enough to make me almost sick, I couldn't go to sleep at night. FIRE. Up both legs to the knees, with them elevated. Wrapped with giant elephant foot bandages. Seriously, about a foot wide, each. A remember I would have been crying, if I could ease up. Heh heh. After 8 or 10 weeks, I began sleeping in fracture walkers. Fun. Special order giant ones, for me. (Beats amputation, which they offered me in Santa Fe.) Neither foot would take stepping on for about 6 months. Maybe 7. And they hurt, with advil and compression socks, for two years, to the point of avoiding walking.
Heh heh.
I had to crawl to the car on flattened cardboard boxes.
When I came home, friends were called to stretcher me in.
I think it totaled out to being on heavy opiates about six weeks, maybe, and then lighters, and there was definite withdrawal. I was prepared for it, expecting it; but shit, it is unpleasant. I voluntarily quit the lighter opiates at a certain point, just to avoid increasing the agony. (I try to watch what the hell I'm doing. Yet few seem to think so.)(It's amazing what having a beard and being a smarty-pants makes people think. Idiots. It just means they're fooled by the opposite.)
Did I mention my wife is a saint?
And she had a little flask around her neck.
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