So I went in on Tuesday and they gave me the usual Tylenol and Benadrl to prep me for getting my platelets. They pumped them in with record time so that the doctor could get the biopsy done before he had to jet off to a funeral. Then the good drugs started. They started with a shot of demoral mixed with somethin else right in my thigh. I sat there anxiously awaiting the agonly that lay ahead of me, hoping and praying that the demoral would be better than the moraphine they gave me last time. Slowly I'd think, I can feel it, maybe not, maybe i can.. oh yea here it comes.. or is it? They were preping the area and had some adovan (i think thats it.. so many drug names to keep straight) ready to shoot into my IV. They pumped half of what they had of the adovan in followed by some more demoral and then the rest of the adovan and gosh i think the rest of the demoral.. I was feeling good. This was exactly how I had hoped it would go. They started the procedure and while I was doped up pretty good, I still knew what was going on and jumped and wiggled at all the right places. When the heart of the procedure came, I couldn't help but let out some involuntary cussing and then it was over. I got to flip over on my back and pass out into a blissful drug induced sleep. I remember waking up every now and again anxious that they still needed to do the biopsy and then remembering that it was all over and being extreamly pleased as i drifted back off again. By 4am I was tring my hardest to sleep on my own merit as the drugs have worn off by then.. I did ok. The next day I choose not to deal with the bruising pain in my hip and went with a constant dose of oxycodone every 4 hours.. I figured at this point the drugs are my friends, especially if i have to lay there and.. just lay there. Unfortunatly I think by the time it was bed time all the drugs had made me feel, well... not right. I was uneasy last night and I couldn't get to sleep. I couldnt put my finger on it and that made me just a tad more uneasy.. What's a girl to do? you guessed it.. Drugs. the nurse hooked me up with an ambian and with a little help from my pda gin rummy, I was out by midnight. The moral of today's post: im not afraid of drugs, in fact its really nice when they are leagal ;-)