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Oct 15, 2007 20:42

Fall break this week. Flew in overnight Friday-Sat, ran into people, deliberately saw people, went to a showat Mo Pitkin's, went to a Godard at the FIlm Forum, I've spent at least four hours in St Marks bookshop in the past three days, and I'm writhing for a cigarette that I can't have for another few days. You see, I had four (of five!) wisdom ( Read more... )

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thelosthoplite October 16 2007, 01:17:59 UTC

I find myself particularly sensitive to sleep deficits; if I don't get enough sleep, the world can seem horribly depressing and unforgiving in a very ego-syntonic way.

anonshadow October 16 2007, 01:20:36 UTC

Vicodin does lots of useful things. When I was taking it more often than I should have in June, I found myself with a very decreased need for sleep. (Which still confuses me.)

And, um, four of five??

thelosthoplite October 16 2007, 01:22:39 UTC

Am I the only one who didn't feel anything noticeable besides not feeling as much pain where it counted when I had a Vicodin prescription?

fuxd October 16 2007, 06:06:49 UTC

What can I say, I'm a wise guy

anonshadow October 16 2007, 06:38:09 UTC

But where does the fifth one go??

writewrongs October 16 2007, 01:54:53 UTC

Vicodin did nothing for my leg when I got my ioleal tibeal band torn. It hardly worked for my wisdom teeth either. They upped my dosages, which made me numb everywhere except where it hurt.

aquafirefli October 16 2007, 04:13:44 UTC

I'm honestly still not even convinced that it was Vicodin that they put me on when they ripped my teeth out.

It did very little for me. I just felt like a large toothless slug.

Which really wasn't particularly enjoyable.

so_many_penpals October 16 2007, 20:07:30 UTC

I have no memory of the first five hours or so after I got my wisdom teeth out, and apparently I tried to fight the doctor and yelled at my mom. Did anything fun like that happen to you?

fuxd October 16 2007, 20:54:23 UTC

my mom walked me home from the office--apparently I was determined to stumble home rather than take a cab. I put my hood up for some reason I can't remember (actually, I remember nothing from when they hooked me up to the IV to a few hours after passing out at home) and people on the street complimented my mom on having the heart to take a methadone addict for a walk.