To sleep, perchance to dream... chemically induced nightmares

Yesterday we went for a little walk in the woods. By little I of course mean 14 km over rolling hills and rocky escarpment at a brisk pace. As this was the most exercise I've had since my accident last November, I was feeling every step of the way by our return.

So, what to do when feeling like you've been worked over with pool cues? Take a pill of course! And I just happened to have some of the strong stuff from those early days. I took one and an hour later I was feeling pretty good. Really good in fact.

Then came a night of really awful dreams.

I woke up exhausted and I could still feel the drug dulling my brain and sapping my will. Nasty stuff. Then came a headache which grew and grew and didn't care that I had to get stuff done at work. Three hours later I was back home.

I slept off the last of the after effects and the headache subsided with quiet time in a dark room.

The remaining pills have since met their demise in the porcelain doom. That kind of relief is just not worth the price.