Jovial Monk
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As to myself, I took fish oil capsules—anti inflammatories, 5-6 a day. At long intervals when the arthritis pain was really bad I took HALF a Mersyndol Day Strength plus one Panadol Osteo.
The other opioid I took, Endones, I was given them in the hospital after my hip replacement operation and was given two sheets of Endones to take home. I took two the night I came home from hospital—had a very good nights sleep—then took them as needed but tapered off rapidly.
Then I awoke early one morning thinking “I must take an Endone, they are in the fridge.” I replied to myself—it really was like two people in my mind— “I don’t need an Endone, not feeling any pain!” This went on for two hours and at the end I got up, took two Panadol Osteo and went back to sleep. Never thought about taking Endones again and returned 11 tablets to a startled pharmacist at the hospital—I wanted to get rid of any temptation.
Annie and myself tried to calculate how many Emdones I had taken, counting the shot into my spine as one. We estimated I had taken 21 Endones—dependency starts at 30. The owner of Willow the whippet, bit of a druggie but with some psychological problems, told me he loved the high he got from Endones. I never got no high, thankfully (would have made quitting harder) just pain relief.
Hopital had also given me a laxative. I figured I had enough chemicals and didn’t take it. After a day or two I pushed what felt like a cricket ball out my arse, the rest of the bowels emptied in a flash, whoosh! After that no cricket ball just the rapid emptying of my bowels, really frigging weird.
I had started smoking later in life than normal which is supposed to be bad. Decided I wanted to get rid of this disgusting habit. Just “giving up” doesn’t work. I reduced my consumption as much as possible but couldn’t quite quit, not even with the example of Dad suffering the inevitable result of a lifetime of smoking. Then I thought I did not want to be a shuffling, Ventolin puffing old wreck when my favorite niece had her children (child, as it turned out) and gave up no problem, no backsliding at all, never wanting a cigarette ever again. Some minor damage to my lungs, no cancer and no emphysema thankfully.
Motivation, a motivation OTHER than your health, is the key to quitting. Once you quit, drink plenty of water for a while, flush the nicotine out of your system and avoid smoky places for a couple of weeks.
I see one of my American homebrew buddies, with emphysema, smoking cigars. STUPID!
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