The One In Which My Doctor’s Good Intentions Will Kill Me…

I had an appointment with my doctor this morning. I don’t know if my doctor doesn’t understand the concept of addiction or what, but I came home with prescriptions for pain meds AND anti-anxiety meds. And — here’s the kicker — a casual mention that marijuana (she actually whispered the word) sometimes eases nausea. I’m pretty sure my doc just advised me to blaze up a doobie to deal with my stomach issues. Interesting. Hot tea and ginger ale have been making it bearable for now.

I’m seriously surrounded by cartoon characters.

I ripped the prescriptions up, by the way. I’m not taking any chances. I’m 24 days clean and sober today.

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