Stoner Files?

My first hospital stay

Just like I had never been admitted to the hospital before this experience, I had also never been into drugs in a serious way. I was curious like most teenagers but got over that by the time I was 18 or 19. When I went to the ER in hopes of getting my psoriasis under control, I had been living for months in severe pain. I was covered head to toe in red, flaking, dry, tight skin. Unless I was slathered in Vaseline, every movement felt like my skin was being grated off. This was coupled with the pain of arthritis, which was rampant in most of my joints. Even so, when I got to the hospital I had never even contemplated pain killers (besides Advil). After watching my struggle to get from a wheel chair to the ER bed, and after determining I would indeed be admitted, a Dr asked me if I wanted something for pain. It caught me off guard, it was something I had never considered, but after looking around the room at my encouraging friends and family who were all tired of seeing me in pain, I said "okay." The Dr asked if I had ever tried morphine, I hadn't, and he said he would have the nurse bring some in. After awhile the nurse came in and pushed morphine into my IV.

The minutes before the nurse came back with the morphine would be the last time I would be sober for the next two months. It was quite a ride, one I have to say I enjoyed, it was great to be out of pain for the first time in a long time. But in the end, detoxing from all of the pain killers and sleep aids etc, really slowed down my recovery from MRSA. More on this later!