The hour or so
drive home from the hospital was horrendous. Morphine through a drip is lovely.
Two Endone or Oxycondone tablets are shithouse. I’m home in bed now feeling
like Renton from Trainspotting getting off the junk – minus the baby crawling
on the ceiling.
My blood
pressure was down before I left and I reckon I was dehydrated. They probably
shouldn’t have let me go home.
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