Darvocet-N 100

Is it wrong to say I love this prescription pain killer, despite the barfing, dizzyness, extreme weakness, slowed heartrate, and chilled skin? Well, if it's wrong, I don't care to be right.

Came back from the appointment yesterday. The nurse gave me some antibiotic for my 'developing' ear infection, and for the pain, I didn't take Motrin: Instead, I took Darvocet-N, which was prescribed for pain to me a while back for the last thing I needed antibiotic for. Unfortunatly, and stupidly, I took it during school. I took two tablets in the morning at 7am and close to the afternoon around 11:30. I was dizzy the whole day and everyone thought I was high because my speech was slurred and the Darvocet slowed my thinking. But oh well. They can think what they want.

7th period, I barfed it up. Luckily I had counselor's aide and I was right beside a trash can. Also luckily, the trash woman was in there and was able to get the trash bag I'd barfed in out of there before it stunk the place up.

Went into choir teary-eyed because of my barfing session. Drank some water before class. Got a mountain dew after class. Told Chris, this guy on my bus, about the whole reason I was all 'freaky', and he gave me this really wierd look. My speech was still slow and slurred, and my thinking was loopy-acting. He told me that I was a natural born pothead. He turned to the guy beside him in the bus seat and said quietly that he'd never heard of Darvocet and that I probably got high or something.... Yeah. Me? Whatever.

I don't believe in bad drugs. They're like...... bad for you.... or whatever..... Luckily, I'm sobering up from the side-effects. I think. o_o....

Maybe I'll take it again tomorrow.

New haircut, new worries... Okay, so they aren't worries..

So my mom makes an appointment for my ear (I'm always stuck with some illness) and the hospital has to call back to make the appointment. Kind of pissed off that I can't make it to school because my mom is worried about no one being home to answer the phone while she takes my brother and sister to school (they missed the bus. Typical.) Not that it was their fault. Okay... so it was. A little bit. Let's just say I hate laying blame. Okay, I've made up my mind: It's not their fault o_o...

I'd like to apologize to Jerry for last night's phone call. Although he will never be reading this thing, it still relieves me to do this. So here goes.

Sorry for last night... the phone call... I realize mostly everything I talked about was unpleasant. I hate it, burdening others with what I have to say.. Thank you so much, Jerry. For listening...

For all you out there wondering what the hell I talked about... too bad, like last post, you won't know. As much as I love anyone who reads this pointless thing, there are just some things that are, well, private. Like how I should get therapy? That's private. But I won't tell you about that.

My parents got a brain and finally bought furniture for the living room. Wow, this is my chance to become a fat, couch potato. Hopefully my brother's destructive side doesn't get turned on by the tactfulness of it all... --_--.

Appointment's been made at 2:00. I'll probably get checked out during Civics. Well, I gatta go, all. Byes =)