I've made no secret of the fact that I'm addicted to painkillers. Okay, maybe not "addicted." I only take one a day, and then only if there's an actual pressing problem. It averages out to one every 4 days.
Recently I stopped, and tried on the suggestion of relatives to go with actual, they're-actually-for-that antidepressants. The advantage is that they're easier to get--just say "I'm running low" and the doctor gives you more.
The disadvantage is that they don't work for shit. Okay, they actually do, but they do the wrong shit. They cause diarrhea, they interact badly with certain other everyday medications so you need to really watch what you mix them with. And for the thing they're supposed to do? Well, for a couple of days, nothing. Then you have this one day where you're really miserable (I've read that some people actually go ahead and commit suicide during this part). And when you get over that, you're not so much "happy" as you're in this robotic state where everything is just kinda there. You have no thought, no artistic creativity, no individual initiative. You can easily concentrate on an assigned task, but its not much of a life. Oh, and you probably won't have dreams when you sleep, either. On top of all that, they'll probably cause you to have new symptoms. Like when I was on mine, I had uncontrollable rages. Remember that time I posted about how it's pointless for Americans to be creative? I was on my second week of Celexa when I posted that. Yeah, I was real happy
Now, your average Lortab or Vicodin? Instantly perks you right the fuck up, and in the good way where you still feel artistically inclined and creative and imaginative and holy shit my vision isn't blurry anymore. They last six hours, but you can probably ride the residual good-feeling for a couple of days before you need another boost. The only terrible side-effect is they can cause constipation, and can also fuck up your body if you take massive amounts of them (but then, so can any pill). They're painkillers, so generally you won't need to take headache medicine or anything later, but if you do they're not known to interact badly with anything.
The only really BIG drawback, in fact, is that you can't simply ask for them. If you do, the doctor is all like "OMG U R AN ADDICT" and you get sent to rehab, because obviously its your "addiction" that's causing all your problems--even if you know for a fact its not. Americans are so damn proud of their phony morals that they don't listen to reality. So you have to find a way around it. I won't name methods I've heard since that would be technically describing how to commit a crime, but really, this is B.S. In a perfect world, I'd be prescribed Vicodin for anxiety and depression, not Celexa or what the fuck ever else they want to foist on me.
Isn't it funny that the "controlled" substances actually do a better job than the stuff thats easy to get?
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