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What you don't know could kill you: details at 11. |
| Wrote this when I was feeling a little like drugs were controlling my life; and not the ones you usually hear about destroying lives. I close my eyes to a sleeping pill darkness and dream the melancholy dreams of a mind clouded by Vicodin. When I wake, my eyes blur; I reach for my prescription eyedrops and begin the day with a draught of anti-allergy medication. My penicillin awaits for the infection caused by the anti-depressants. Halfway through work, my stomach acts up and down go two anti-diarrheal and and ibuprofen chaser. Home for the day. A shot of cough medicine and some dinner. Another couple sleeping pills, Down and out for the night. |