Percocet

... dreamy saviour or villainous traitor?

After the C-section, I was given a miracle drug... Percocet. Now, I know why people can fall victim to this warm sleepy hazy prey. Mr. P. (as I call him) helped me to venture out into the world pain-free just 3 days after surgery. How can this be bad, I asked myself? We traveled to such exotic places as Fred Meyer, Target and, let us not forget the joy of University Village!

Mr. P. had me so convinced that I was FINE, and then... he was gone! This is when the pain really kicked it up a notch! I asked my doc for a refill and whether it was normal to still be needing the pills 8 days after surgery. She asked what my activity level had been, so I proudly told her!! Why not, I was doing GREAT!? Not really; she said I was grounded for a full week- no leaving the house, and no lifting more than one baby. Talk about a buzz kill!

Then the good doc told me my old friend Mr. P. was out the door; she replaced him with his less evil cousins Vicodin and Advil. Generic Advil to boot! (and we all know I am a name brand girl!) I added the Guinness myself... purely for enhanced milk production of course!

This lasted another 8 days. And here I am almost fully recovered, but for a strange new addiction, courtesy of Courtney. A BACON chocolate bar? What? Two of my faves in one! How bad can this be?

At least the gateway lead me to chocolate with BACON and not under a Seattle bridge in Belltown.

So I ask you again- Mr. P., dreamy saviour (who circuitously lead me to the chocolate of my dreams) or villainous traitor?

I will let you know!

No drugs were taken during the writing of this blog