Thursday, September 04, 2003
Hooked Up
I really miss living with a doctor—my stepdad. Companies would assume that he had an office. They’d send him tons of free stuff like the magazines JAMA and The Female Patient (neither for weak stomachs) but most importantly, drugs.
Sometimes when I go visit them my mom will try to give me like 12 boxes of something, which I never plan on using at the time.
Our favorite was something called Mobigesic. Indications: dental surgery, backpain, and migraine. They came in about 500 individual serving packets and my mother put them in a big ziplock in the kitchen. “And here are some for your purse.”
my goodness. just don’t mix with anything. ANYTHING
I have to tell you they rocked. In my younger years I had both knees operated on, bad hips, bad ankles, shoulder, etc. They were afraid I had arthritis in addition to the general maladies of every young person who dances and wacks out their body. These were great for those rare days it just hurt to exist deep in my bones, or had a huge headache.
Since we always carried them around my mom started calling them “Mobile Jesus” and I still think it’s so funny. This devout Catholic woman who used to bury St. Joseph statues in front of the houses she wanted to sell. (i’d accuse her of witchcraft and she’d just shrug. hmmmm) Well, she used the pills sparingly and retired at 48 so who am I to judge?
Last night I broke down and took something else she gave me, months ago that I said I wouldn’t take. Non prescription I think herbal sleep aid pills. I haven’t slept well in so long I was getting a little desperate. It felt so good to fall asleep and not keep waking up.
But I must say I hate the smell of pills. Worst smells to me are, in order :
B.O. (old sweat, not new sweat)
rat piss
vitamins/herbal pills
bad breathe
anything rotting
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