So like the intelligent, graceful person that I am, I cut myself making a sandwich. Brilliant. Remember the saying always cut away from your body? Yea, I didn't do that. Sliced my ring finger on the underside of the knuckle. You know, right over the bone? And since I work odd hours, I was making said sandwich at 3 am. I also happen to live in the boonies, and was NOT about to head off to the ER at 3 am. So I attempted to clean it (YOUCHY-NO way!) and wait till morning (well, afternoon).
In the light of day and after some sleep, it did look to need some professional attention, or, at least some antibiotics. Fortunately, my population-1000, little town just got our very own clinic, so I headed there to try them out.
A very cute , too young for me (darn!) male nurse practitioner took care of me. He opted to leave the laceration open due to risk of infection after being open for more than 4 hrs, and wrote me some scripts. Off I headed to our little pharmacy--also my first time trying them out. I've only lived here for, what, 5 years? Oh, well, no time like the present.
I got some Augmentin, a prescription antibiotic cream, and the highly abused Oxycodone. I am supposed to clean the cut really well, twice a day, and had told the nurse there was no way, that it was waaaaay too painful to touch, hence the oxy. I was to take one or two, an hour before cleaning my cut. It's funny. The pharmacist told me not to take more than 8 in one day. 8? Isn't this stuff incredibly addictive? I told her I'd be lucky to take 1 in a day.
My ride home is 5 min, so I decided to start small and popped half a pill with my diet soda on the way home.
So I get home and proceed to feed the dogs and chickens, then settle down to cruise the internet and type some emails. Then it hits me. I feel kind of high, but it's an out-of-it feeling; spacey, slow, dull, sloppy. At first I really thought I might be having a reaction to it. People take this for fun? Really? I only took half of one pill, and still got all whacked out. Cant' IMAGINE taking any more than that. That feeling lasted all day and into the night. I was pretty much useless and feel I wasted the entire day. No thanks. Think I'll try cleaning my cut without it, or maybe some Tylenol. Don't get me wrong. If I ever break a bone or am in serious pain, I'll be the first to ask for some heavy duty pain medication. But for now, I think I've taken my last Oxycodone.
In the light of day and after some sleep, it did look to need some professional attention, or, at least some antibiotics. Fortunately, my population-1000, little town just got our very own clinic, so I headed there to try them out.
A very cute , too young for me (darn!) male nurse practitioner took care of me. He opted to leave the laceration open due to risk of infection after being open for more than 4 hrs, and wrote me some scripts. Off I headed to our little pharmacy--also my first time trying them out. I've only lived here for, what, 5 years? Oh, well, no time like the present.
I got some Augmentin, a prescription antibiotic cream, and the highly abused Oxycodone. I am supposed to clean the cut really well, twice a day, and had told the nurse there was no way, that it was waaaaay too painful to touch, hence the oxy. I was to take one or two, an hour before cleaning my cut. It's funny. The pharmacist told me not to take more than 8 in one day. 8? Isn't this stuff incredibly addictive? I told her I'd be lucky to take 1 in a day.
My ride home is 5 min, so I decided to start small and popped half a pill with my diet soda on the way home.
So I get home and proceed to feed the dogs and chickens, then settle down to cruise the internet and type some emails. Then it hits me. I feel kind of high, but it's an out-of-it feeling; spacey, slow, dull, sloppy. At first I really thought I might be having a reaction to it. People take this for fun? Really? I only took half of one pill, and still got all whacked out. Cant' IMAGINE taking any more than that. That feeling lasted all day and into the night. I was pretty much useless and feel I wasted the entire day. No thanks. Think I'll try cleaning my cut without it, or maybe some Tylenol. Don't get me wrong. If I ever break a bone or am in serious pain, I'll be the first to ask for some heavy duty pain medication. But for now, I think I've taken my last Oxycodone.
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