The last few days have been pretty uneventful, to say the least. My day-to-day routine consists mostly of drug-induced delirium mixed with daytime television. I spend most of my morning talking with the dog, and when that conversation gets boring, I resort to whatever doesn't make me wanna poke my eyes out on TV.
Speaking of altered states of mind, I've come to realize that opiates are truly a two-headed dragon. The medication I’m on, oxycodone is a potent pain reliever and an effective measure in combating my knee pain. This was recently demonstrated when I missed a dose and paid the consequence with a throbbing leg and a sleepless night. I cannot imagine such a recovery without it.
There’s another edge to this sword though, whose effects aren't as pleasing. I’m talking about side effects and every drug seem to have them. This particular medication tends to make me itch, which has been very annoying. I've also had some weird dreams, constipation and slight nausea but the itching has been the worse. Claire thinks I need a flea-dip, but until she throws the flea collar on me, I’ll just have to deal with this scratchy side-effect.
I've discovered a lot over the last few days. I've seen what my dog does while I’m away and realized that the mail lady takes a nap after her stop at my house. I've also learned a lot about myself, but most importantly, I've learned a lot about love. Love is unconditional, both in sickness and in health. Love is the compassion to help the ones you care about in their time of need. Whether it’s monitoring my medications, making me a smoothie or just supplying a shoulder to lean on, Claire has demonstrated her dedication to me and my recovery. She is truly my driving spirit and I am grateful for her every day. I only hope someday to reciprocate the love she has shown me.