Mines just got the best of me at age twenty-three. I developed them at fourteen back in Georgia, but never really got treatment for them... I hate hospitals.
After a night in the emergency room this past weekend, some morphine and some Vicodin, I am officialy going to get the treatment necessary to keep them at bay.
I've learned a few things in dealing:
I shouldn't put off health problems... how will I ever enjoy life if I'm dead?
Shouldn't stress over what I can't control... and that's almost nothing. Chill out, sit on the beach, just learn to be alive sometimes.
And lastly-- Vicodin is the shiet.
After a night in the emergency room this past weekend, some morphine and some Vicodin, I am officialy going to get the treatment necessary to keep them at bay.
I've learned a few things in dealing:
I shouldn't put off health problems... how will I ever enjoy life if I'm dead?
Shouldn't stress over what I can't control... and that's almost nothing. Chill out, sit on the beach, just learn to be alive sometimes.
And lastly-- Vicodin is the shiet.