Events and circumstances allow me to recognize just how strong and prevalent this disease still is and can be in my mind.
A friend of mine (who is also in recovery) had surgery last week. The day after the surgery I brought over a pizza and checked in to make sure he was doing ok.
He had been given a prescription for oxycodone for pain and he had not taken any. He stated that the pain was not that bad and he did not want to take them.
He put the paper bag that had the pills in front of me and told me to get rid of them.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. A full pill bottle…ohhh my disease was awakened!!
He asked me to flush them down the toilet. But I wanted to keep a few – just incase my back went out again.
Welcome to this nasty, sneaky, cunning and vicious disease of the mind.
This disease will tell me it’s ok to do something that could destroy my life in an instant. It actually encourages me to.
Fortunately for me and for my friend I was able to put one foot in front of the other and flush those pills. But honestly for a day or two afterwards I caught myself still thinking about them from time to time.
I am so grateful that I did the right thing. And if my back ever does go out again…I can take tylenol or ibuprofen and just rest.