I have had a couple of incidents over the past week that have caused me to reflect on some things.
I know I say that a lot, but I really like to take time to examine things when I get several reminders in a row.
It started with a shoulder injury.
Really, this shouldn't be that big of a deal.
You go to the ER, get some x-rays, get your pain meds, and follow the doctors orders.
There was a hitch for me.
With my history, I never get them filled when I get injured. I think I did once and it was only the extra-strong ibuprofen to take the edge off. This time around I decided to do something different. I had to be able to work, and the pain was so bad that I needed something more than just a Motrin to make it through work and class.
I will say that I was closely monitored. I kept a strict schedule and told someone how much and when I was taking them every time.
I never once abused or was even tempted to abuse them.
I did realize I was becoming dependent on them to sleep so I stopped taking them.
Nothing makes you more grateful to be out of the bondage of addiction than experiencing withdrawal while nursing a fairly miserable shoulder injury.