Friday
Bazinga!
My insides are clogged, and in order to handle the resulting intense pain, I'm popping Percocet like candy. Well, not really, but I could. And because the doctor knows I'm in pain, I could get refills up the wazoo from him. Well, not really, because i called him a drug pusher (yeah, I did in a morphine haze), and he wasn't going to give me any pills until I refused to sign a hospital release form until he did.
Moral: Never piss off the guy who writes the scrips.
Moral: Never piss off the guy who writes the scrips.