My leukemia's back.

My husband was on morphine, amongst other meds. Yup he was out of it, he had its funny moments :lol:.
I take morphine several times a day.... Keeps my broken down body moving.
But it's like asprin to me. I've been on pain meds so long I must a admit I don't know what the thrill is to addicts.... If I take too much I just get sleepy.
 
My husband was on morphine, amongst other meds. Yup he was out of it, he had its funny moments :lol:.
When I was under the Haze during my transplant....I had to have a babysitter.
It's was some older Philippine woman....I remember telling the nurse to watch her she was sneaking puppies into the hospital..... And she was hiding them in the box with all the latex gloves..... The nurse told me she'd watch her......I was totally serious.....:gig
 
When my mother was dying from cancer, they gave her morphine tablets. She refused to take them because she was afraid she would become addicted. :confused:I loved my mom but, she was kinda ditzy .
When I was pg. I found out I was 0-neg. My mother said I must have gotten it from my uncle. Actually she had no idea what 0-neg.referred to.
Before my transplant my blood type was A+......... Now it's O negative.... Kinda scares me if you were to look at my records I don't know if they ever updated that my blood type changed to that of my donor.......
 
While I insisted on my fence, and gate being put back up, along with an automatic gate opener, Dh insisted on a surveillance system. We played with 1 camera last night, and a different type tonight. This weekend, we'll get serious about placement of them. My fence, gate, and opener better be forthcoming, or I'll take matters into my own hands. I have a bank card, and credit card too, and am an expert in using them.
 
Perhaps your uncle had a negative outlook on life ;)

Oxycodone was developed precisely for the purpose of pain relief in end of life situations where addiction was not going to be an issue. Too bad your mother didn't understand that addiction to morphine wouldn't be an issue for her. Hopefully she wasn't in too much pain.
Yeah it always got me.... My aunt wouldn't take pain meds when she was dying from pancreatic cancer. Because she was worried about addiction...... I've been on pain pills for two decades and haven't become an addict.
Yes I am dependant on them but there's a big difference between that and being a junkie.... They allow me to live a better life than I otherwise could.
 
Thanks Al. I know it's a muscovy, but they have tons of wild muscovies here, or maybe the term is feral, but down here everyone just call the feral ones wild, since there are so many of them. No, this one does not belong to anyone, never has.
Isn't it illegal to have a pet muscovie in Florida..... As they are considered an evasive species?
 
Finally caught up..... Been fighting a migraine all evening.....:barnie

Must be something in the air....I have too. Ken left for his meeting - he's had 3 so far this week and has another one tomorrow night - so I'm gonna get in my jammies and curl up with my iPad for awhile.
 
While I insisted on my fence, and gate being put back up, along with an automatic gate opener, Dh insisted on a surveillance system. We played with 1 camera last night, and a different type tonight. This weekend, we'll get serious about placement of them. My fence, gate, and opener better be forthcoming, or I'll take matters into my own hands. I have a bank card, and credit card too, and am an expert in using them.
The fastest way to motivate my DH to do something is to go into his shop and start taking tools off the shelf. I'll be the first to admit that I'm mechanically impaired. So, when he sees me grabbing tools, he says, "What are you planning on doing with those?" And I tell him. Sometimes I actually get started on my project, but he can only watch for so long before he takes over. I just don't do things like he does.... :gig
 
I do things a little differently. Slower, but still gets the job done. I casually mention what I'd like to do or build and then shut my mouth about it. I've planted the seed, now he's got to grow it.

Eventually he'll come up to me and say, "You know, I've been thinking - I wonder if we could (fill in the blank with whatever I suggested before) and I'll bet that would work out great." That's the point where I look at him in awe, bat my baby blues, and say in my best southern drawl, "Why, honey...you're so CLEVAH!"
 

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