Another instance of miserable nature, would have to be throwing up. Not just the act of throwing up, but the sensation beforehand. The feeling of having to throw up, is often times MORE penetrating than actually vomiting. The worst up-chuck experience I have had was when I took two Hydrocodine in two hours, ate guacamole, and went off roading in a Jeep. What the hee haw was I thinking!? Praise God Jeeps are rather open vehicles, allowing me swift freedom to a bush that got a bath.
Kidney stones, now that right there tops my list of physical torture. I am pretty sure I saw white lights and angels at one point. Oh yeah, I DID! Right after I was fed morphine. WHICH to get to the euphoric effects of the drug, one must throw up first. As they inject the pain killer into your body, a wave of nausea takes over. The doctors were readily prepared with a garbage can in reach. The stupid little stone had me on the floor wondering if and why I swallowed a razor blade. And why was it circling my torso, tearing up my stomach. I was stoned for a week, which I am sure was highly entertaining for my friends. I was out of school, and required to pee in a cup until I spied the tiny killer. (I am pretty sure I peed in the cup twice, and lied about it the rest of the time.)
This was a very random and queezy blog. I have no idea how it ended up forming into what it did, aha! Welcome to a corner of my morbid mind... next week, morgues.
