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Tell us your pharmaceutically-influenced anecdotes, legal or otherwise. We promise not to dob you in to The Man.
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( , Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:30)
Tell us your pharmaceutically-influenced anecdotes, legal or otherwise. We promise not to dob you in to The Man.
Thanks to sanityclause for the suggestion
( , Thu 16 Sep 2010, 13:30)
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The other month I ended up taking a shedload of drugs.
I woke up feeling rough, it was one of those days, we all get them. I was in a right horrible mood and every step I took felt like I had walked a mile. One moment I was sweating and the next I was freezing, covered in a thick layer of sweat and the thought of anything at all entering my body made me want to reject it before it's in; weather it's food, drink or even smoke. Everything ached, from my third-from-left toe on my right foot, to every folical on my head. It was horrific, I wanted to cruel up into a little ball and run away from the entire planet. Let alone go into work.
I decided I had to do something about it, so I put on some clothes, I didn't care if they were clean or dirty, I didn't care at all, I just needed to fix this problem. So I went into Boots, which is just past the weatherspoons on the high street of southgate (the road is actually called Chase Side, 'High Street' is not the main street of southgate, dispite what you might think). I saw the Night Nurse and that dehydrating stuff, and I thought to myself, "Yup, I'm gonna get that", and I did. I didn't have my Boots card on me at the time, so I paid in cash and thanked them and walked out.
On the way home, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to get some lemons and whisky, that way I can make a drink out of cutting some lemons into 1/8ths, add a messure of whisky and some boiling water. The steam helps, and it tastes lovely. I got home and got the kettle on, and guess what? I forgot the honey. So I looked in one of my flatmate's draws, he had some honey but was out. I took some, thinking he wouldn't mind (don't worry, he didn't), and I added the honey to my drink.
I then stripped down to my underpants and t-shirt, put on my dressing gown and sat down to watch jermy kyle and a few cooking shows. I had a few of those drinks and when it came to night time, I took the night nurse, it made me feel so much better.
A few days later, and I was fine, feeling fit as anything, but I still took the rest of the week off work because I didn't want to accidently infect anyone and put them through what I had, nobody should feel that.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 15:27, 5 replies)
I woke up feeling rough, it was one of those days, we all get them. I was in a right horrible mood and every step I took felt like I had walked a mile. One moment I was sweating and the next I was freezing, covered in a thick layer of sweat and the thought of anything at all entering my body made me want to reject it before it's in; weather it's food, drink or even smoke. Everything ached, from my third-from-left toe on my right foot, to every folical on my head. It was horrific, I wanted to cruel up into a little ball and run away from the entire planet. Let alone go into work.
I decided I had to do something about it, so I put on some clothes, I didn't care if they were clean or dirty, I didn't care at all, I just needed to fix this problem. So I went into Boots, which is just past the weatherspoons on the high street of southgate (the road is actually called Chase Side, 'High Street' is not the main street of southgate, dispite what you might think). I saw the Night Nurse and that dehydrating stuff, and I thought to myself, "Yup, I'm gonna get that", and I did. I didn't have my Boots card on me at the time, so I paid in cash and thanked them and walked out.
On the way home, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to get some lemons and whisky, that way I can make a drink out of cutting some lemons into 1/8ths, add a messure of whisky and some boiling water. The steam helps, and it tastes lovely. I got home and got the kettle on, and guess what? I forgot the honey. So I looked in one of my flatmate's draws, he had some honey but was out. I took some, thinking he wouldn't mind (don't worry, he didn't), and I added the honey to my drink.
I then stripped down to my underpants and t-shirt, put on my dressing gown and sat down to watch jermy kyle and a few cooking shows. I had a few of those drinks and when it came to night time, I took the night nurse, it made me feel so much better.
A few days later, and I was fine, feeling fit as anything, but I still took the rest of the week off work because I didn't want to accidently infect anyone and put them through what I had, nobody should feel that.
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 15:27, 5 replies)
so basically
your story is "man flu turned me into a sloth" ?
(sorry Badger, but someone had to..)
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 16:01, closed)
your story is "man flu turned me into a sloth" ?
(sorry Badger, but someone had to..)
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 16:01, closed)
Until the last line, I thought you were talking about a comedown
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 23:39, closed)
( , Fri 17 Sep 2010, 23:39, closed)
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