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Oxycodone Dreams

*Note* title used to be Oxycotin Dreams- I was given Oxycodone, not Oxycotin... *

As I've statused about, my NF has given me nerve tumors, one of which is in my lower left retroperitoneum, and I supposedly have other growths on my right side (though I have a major breakthrough story about this which I will write about later, so stay tuned), the pain of these tumors are really really really unbelievably painful, and I've been prescribed nerve pain meds more suitable for seizures, but they are supposed to keep all kinds of nerve pains at bay.

I was first given Gabapentin, but that ballooned me within a month- 5 pounds in like 35 days- crazy- and it didn't help my pain much. So I was given Topamax (lots and lots and lots happened in between, which is something I will talk about later), and the Tmax is supposed to combat the weight gain and keep me capped at whatever I've gained- who knows. We'll see.

Anyway, the pain that i've dealt with in the last quarter of my life, it has gone from a day of pain, to a couple of days, to a couple of more days, to about a week, to about 10 days and now the pain has not gone away, which is why I have been prescribed Oxycodone. I took it this morning around 4.

These were my dreams in no particular order
1) I went to the doctor who had to do a physical and I had to strip to my underwear and bra, but  I realized my underwear was not on the correct way, so I took it off, and i could not get it on again...
2) I look in the mirror in direct sunlight and my hair was bleached blonde...
3) I was suddenly in the show Fringe, and some guy was abducted a la Fringe style (i hate Fringe by the way, and no, while it 'takes place' in Boston, it's not filmed here) and all that was left of this guy, was a battered contact lense, and I was so freaked out, I was going to email my doctor and ask her if she meant for me to be a part of the Fringe world
4) I was in my old neighborhood and 4 men came out of this alley way, one wearing a blue/black flannel shirt, one wearing a white with light blue pin striped flannel shirt, one was wearing a white/cream/black flannel shirt, and one was wearing a red/black flannel shirt and all had guns and all started shooting at a group of people across the street (this actually might have been my first dream...)
5) i was in this weird neighborhood and I didn't recognize anything, but I couldnt' stand up and there was snow on the ground and I was playing in it...
6) I was in some weird place and two of my former classmates (it would be funny to name them but i won't!) were talking about Oxycodone- one was talking about how she gets it OTC for about $20 for 20 pills and the other was saying he can get her some for MUCH cheaper
7) The mom on Family Ties was my mom and teacher (John and I are watching the show now from start to finish on NetFlix streaming) and she found out I was taking Oxycotin, and made this fucking huge deal out of it but i was like holy shit, I've taken ONE!!!!!!! (oh and I was holding a black ticonderoga pencil that one of my friends was talking about buying for her godchildren on her facebook status before I went to bed)
8) we were sleeping and as usual, our cats wake us up by scratching the door, so we open the door, only to find we had two doors, one door on the each side of the room , which is not what we have in reality, so I was really weirded out. The sound of the cats scratching started to sound really really strong in my ears, like this loud swishing echo- I can't quite explain it.  (this might have been my second trip....I feel like it was...)

I might have had more, and if I can remember them, I'll keep adding them in.

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