so swim has been working lots, and studying, and generally running herself down. she has experienced some health problems which caused her great pain in the past 6-8 weeks, which she endured for the most part. there was however a couple of occasions where she had to turn to codeine.
opiates and opioids are a disgusting matter for swim, as she swore she would never take them again unless she became terminally ill! it really was a massive fail for swim to make the decision to take these stupid OTC codeine tablets.
aaaaaaaaanyhows, swim did well. she only took the tablets as prescribed on the packet, and didnt continue for more than 3 days. so in effect, she endured approx 3 weeks of massive pain, and medicated for 3 days only. 3 weeks to 3 days sounds alright huh?
after a good 3 weeks of living quite sanely with opiates in the house, without reaching for them, swim was struck down with a massive migraine headache (last night). at 1am she reached for three tablets. swim had to work this morning, and was in agony.
fast forward to tonight, and her limbs are aching to fuckery. swim will abstain from pain relief for fear of addiction. sure it would be easy to just take the tablets as prescribed, and be done with the pain. she has to work everyday this week, without a day off. her hours arent long, but her work takes a lot out of her. a fucking shitload out of her! whos to say that she isnt experiencing pain everyday for the next week, after work everyday, and then end up with a codeine habit by next friday?
this is so massively bumfucked its not funny. first thing in the morning swim will buy some straight paracetamol, as she has none in the house at present and its too late to go purchase b2b shes had a few drinks, couldnt drive anywhere to get it.
this is swims rant for the night. shes so hell bent on doing the right thing, and completely prepared to suffer with the pain in order to fulfill the "right thing", but where does the fear of addiction actually end?