I shattered my wrist and was prescribed percocet for the first couple weeks afterwards. I decided to get in my car, because I didn't feel high. I didn't make it to the end of my street before I realized that the flow of things in my vision seemed altered.
Since I wasn't a sitting member of Congress and my name isn't Kennedy I decided to turn around and pull back in my driveway.
I never did opiate-based drugs, but I've heard that from addicts. It's weird: If you have legitimate pain, the opiates tend to go to the part of the brain that needs the pain relief. However, without the pain, the opiates go to the part of the brain that experiences a high. Very strange, and worthy of future study.
Yep. The closest you get to a "high" is the incredible flood of relief you get when you realize that the group of little men who were trying to pry your knee cap off with red-hot screwdrivers have decided to join a union and become slackers.
Still your reflexes are slowed down to the point that driving is a really bad idea. On the road you have seconds to make choices, if you spend half of your allotted seconds realizing that you are in danger you are going to get in a crash. Stay home. Take a cab. Call a friend. It ain't worth it. And frankly you have no right to put other people in danger.
What happened to the garage door?