I think it is time for an update on my kujo incident. As of today, I am totally healed up, of course I now have a wonderful three inch scar to keep as a reminder for the rest of my life. But it could have been worse, so I’m not complaining. During my healing process, I learned that I have a very low tolerance to pain medication. It didn’t take much of a dosage to get me high and to chill me out, which was highly entertaining for those around me.
I probably should have realized the effects of the drug the first day (that was the day I created the rant this thread is based on), but I brushed the events of that day off as a side effect of being awake for 26 hours and trauma. The second day I pretty much slept off and on the entire day, so I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary there. The third day, I went back to work (I didn’t want to, but after the whole tumor thing, I had no choice), that is when the fun began. To really understand what happens, there are a couple things you should know about me: The first is I have a “say anything personality”, I pretty much say the first thing that pops into my head without caring who I am addressing (on a normal day I can control myself and keep my mouth shut, most of the time), and the second thing is I am a self proclaimed slacker (I will do the bare minimum of what I am asked to do and nothing more), and the third thing is I have thyroid disease (which means I have to take medication to make my thyroid function at all, evidently my thyroid is a slacker too), and the final thing is I work in a building with shared space between several companies (lots of interaction between each company and dealing with the public).
So I wake up at my usual time to go to work for my first shift in excruciating pain (thanks so much kujo), and I am faced with a decision: take my thyroid pill (which has to be taken on an empty stomach) or take the pain pill (which has to be taken with food). I am a creature of habit, so I go with the thyroid pill, and decide to take me a light breakfast and the pain pill to work with me (big mistake). I arrive to work, enough time has passed where I can eat something without screwing up my thyroid med, I eat the breakfast I brought, and pop the pain pill on my way out of the break room. Everything goes fine for the first 20 minutes of my shift, then the pill starts to kick in. 30 minutes into my shift, I can’t stop smiling and giggling to myself, now I am not a morning person at all, so my cracking a single smile, let alone giggling is highly out of character for me and cause for concern for those who work with me. 40 minutes into the shift, my friend Ray(from one of the other companies) walks by and asks me what the hell is wrong with me. That’s when it clicks, and I reply, “I think my ass is high.” Ray finds that statement to be very funny, which in turn cracks me up more. I have been standing throughout the shift, and at this point I start to get weak and extremely hot. There is no chair for me sit in. Since I am high, I sit on the floor not really caring what anyone thinks. At some point, Ray has gone to get my friend and co-worker, Erica. I think she asked me why I was sitting on the floor, and vaguly remember saying something about being a slacker that wasn’t going to get up and work. Somehow she manages to get me to stand back up and leads me back to our break room. Evidently, I have begun to lose my self control and my “say anything personality” has been turned loose without restriction (not good in a public setting). I have since asked what I said, but Erica says I really don’t want to know and I knowing how I am, I am going to trust her on this one. I am sure there are people out there that were very angry with me that day.
Erica leaves me to go to the restroom, and I go into our supervisor’s office (who is not in there at that moment), I am still burning up, and he has a floor fan in his office. So I proceed to sit down in one the office chairs and turn the fan on me. Erica returns, and hears me in the office evidently playing like a child with the fan. Erica not being high like me, manages to convince me, to get out our supervisor’s office and lay on the couch in the break room instead. While I am laying on the couch, I enter the second phase of the pain pill, which is extreme sleepiness, and I proceed to pass out on the couch.
Our supervisor enters the break room on his way to his office, and obviously notices me passed out. I believe there was a somewhat incoherent conversation between us that involved the word, “why” from him and the words “slacker, kujo, and pain pill” from me. I believe Erica, briefly explained the dog attack and pain pill to him after I passed back out. Our shift ends, Erica wakes me up, asks me a bunch of questions to be sure that I am now sober enough to drive myself back home. Once she is sure, we leave work. I get home, set my alarm clock, and pass back out. Four hours later, it is time for me to return to work. I’m groggy, but completely sober. I return to work for my second shift expecting to take a not so random “random drug test”, which surprisingly doesn’t happen. Some point during my second shift, I explain the dog attack and the pain pill to my supervisor. While he has been amused by my antics that day, we come to an understanding about no pain pills for me at work. It is decided that the pain pills should be taken at home between shifts, so I can sleep off the side effects before coming back to work. Which ended up working out great for me in the long run.