Meds and Booze

Frequent visitors may have detected a slightly surreal turn in some of my recent blog entries. Usually I let some whimsy into my posts deliberately, but lately I have been experimenting with drugs and alcohol. Not in order to get high, but in order NOT to get high. I was aware the recent increase in pregabalin dosage would affect me, and despite joking about getting stoned, I took care not to mix drink and drug until I had adjusted to the new dose. When I first stated taking Lyrica i had three days of being pleasantly stoned, to the consternation of my neighbours and employers. Being a sensible chap I did not drive or interact with my community kids until I adapted. Being in a dry community at the time meant I did not have an alcohol interaction issue.

Pregabalin has been an incredible help in managing the pain in my legs caused by the spondylosis in my spine. I cannot manage without it. I know. I tried. Recently the pain has been returning. Walking any distance, or carrying weighty objects exacerbates it badly. To the point of tearful suicidal thoughts.

The new dose gave me a pleasant buzz after the first couple, though nowhere near as much fun as when I first started on it. So I foreswore alcohol until the effect subsided. I also did not drive my car, though I did ride the bike to the pool. The pool is my real drug these days.

Once I thought I was used to the dose, I tentatively tried booze by putting a drop of Baileys in my coffee. That seemed ok. Next day I had a wine with my evening meal. Later, while talking on the phone with a friend I had a whisky. Or two.

It hit me like a hammer. I fell into bed and immediately weird sleep. Next day I knew I was incapacitated.

Queensland cops are the most rabid in Australia, and besides, even stoned, I am a responsible person. I didn’t even ride the bike to the pool. But I had a weird day. The blog tells it all.

This is an explanation, not an apology. To be perfectly frank, I enjoyed the experience, but not enough to want to keep repeating it. I’ve missed too much pool time. I tried a whisky nightcap last night with no ill effect, so maybe I’m back to normal, whatever that is.

You can still expect some weirdness on occasion. I don’t need drugs or booze for that.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

2 thoughts on “Meds and Booze”

  1. Cheers, Bob. I’m not in the best head space these days, but I do know that a drugged or drunken haze is not the way to live.
    I really appreciated your call on Christmas Day. Thanks for that. You have no idea what it meant.

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