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nightdog_barks ([personal profile] nightdog_barks) wrote2013-07-13 02:35 pm

Saturday Afternoon

This is why I love reading the NY Post on occasion: Former NY Knicks player says he was abducted by aliens two weeks ago.

“Now I’m sharper and s--t,” he says of the abduction’s aftermath. “I am retaining information.”

And perhaps a pertinent part of the story?

Also, he has been taking Percocet to offset his pain from surgery to repair the patellar tendon in his right knee, the injury that sidelined him in May 2012.

:D

There's also a Heartwarming Story™ of an FDNY worker rescuing a dog from a window ledge. With film! *g*
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[personal profile] silverjackal 2013-07-14 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
I've heard from others how remarkable their experiences with various pharmaceuticals could be. It's a shame that the U.S. government is so paranoid about coca because the anti-nausea and analgesic effects could be very useful for folk suffering through things like chemotherapy. The whole line about what is an acceptable drug (alcohol, nicotine) and what is not (marijuana) is absurd. It's not an automatic slippery slope that letting people have access to pot also means letting them have access to heroin.

...has the potential to produce some VERY INTERESTING dreams.

Not the same but I've taken a couple of different forms of malaria prophylaxis (since the varieties of the disease in different parts of the world differ). I was on Mefloquine for a long time while I was in East Africa, and after about a month and a half I started having these bizarre unpleasant technicolour dreams. There was no other possible cause, since I had ingested nothing unusual and wasn't even drinking more than the occasional beer at the time. The dreams tapered off on their own, thankfully, and since then when I've needed anti-malarials I've used Malarone with no ill effects.

Flip side, I've been engaged in some fairly intense personal practice to cope with everything life is flinging at me lately, and I've been having these strange dreams representing various griefs/losses/fears. In one case I was walking across a gravel stretch absolutely covered with the corpses of giant, bird eating tarantulas. Drugs? Who needs drugs? And on that note I should say good night! :)