When Oxy is out

 My adrenaline and excitement have wore off.  I’m feeling the burn, the itch, the pain.  I knew it was coming.

This is the first time around, thanks to the last surgery that Oxy won’t be part of pain management.  Last surgery for almost two weeks after,  I was in a delightful bliss filled fog.  It was heaven!  My pain from my heart was almost nonexistent, I did A LOT of one of my favorite activities…nap.  I LOVED IT! 

It also put a lot on Grif and family. There was no way I could care for our small children or our dogs.  Was I becoming addicted?  Was I falling down a rabbit hole?  No.  I did learn a priceless thing about myself however.  That feeling of bliss, calm, euphoria was captivating.  It would be so easy to want that all the time.  Especially knowing I struggle with depression, anxiety, and PTSD, Oxy and things like it very easily could be my new best friend.

Regardless of the pain and uncomfortable feelings that will surely come as my body heals, Oxy can stay at the pharmacy.  I got this!

I also want to add that this is MY experience with pain meds.  I truly believe pain meds should be taken when needed for people that can do it responsibly and know they aren’t prone to getting addicted.

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