BlackShanglan
Silver-Tongued Papist
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From time to time, for reasons non-life-threatening and tedious to explain, I experience a great deal of pain concentrated into a short period of time. It's a small matter in an otherwise enjoyable life, made more bearable by the knowledge that there is no real cause for alarm. There's nothing wrong, just a malfunctioning nervous system temporarily reporting "agony" when it is in fact experiencing "mild discomfort."
That said, every time it occurs I find my thoughts wending back to the same place and point in time. It's a small room at Limerick University, some years ago when I was there for professional reasons. I had injured my back, and in that little room a kindly doctor came to visit me and get me back into shape to travel home the next day. Having only a short period of time to accomplish this, he apparently called in the heavy artillary.
I suspect it was morphine. I don't know for sure, and on the whole I am glad that I don't know. I'd never felt anything quite like it, and haven't since. I was vaguely aware that I was still in some pain, but I simply didn't care. I was washed and adrift in the most delicious feeling of peace and well-being I have ever felt. A window opened in my mind; suddenly I comprehended drug addiction in a way I never had before. What, indeed, would it be like to know that that feeling was always only a pinprick away?
It disturbs me. I experienced the sensation once, and only once - years ago. Yet when I am in pain again - at times emotional as well as physical - my mind throws the image of that room back to me, and the feeling of the bed and the cool breeze blowing the curtains by the open window, and how intensely *good* it all felt. And, admittedly, I am glad then that there are laws restricting the substance. I do not need it. Intellectually, I do not want it. And yet, if I could get it ...
Could I help myself?
Shanglan
That said, every time it occurs I find my thoughts wending back to the same place and point in time. It's a small room at Limerick University, some years ago when I was there for professional reasons. I had injured my back, and in that little room a kindly doctor came to visit me and get me back into shape to travel home the next day. Having only a short period of time to accomplish this, he apparently called in the heavy artillary.
I suspect it was morphine. I don't know for sure, and on the whole I am glad that I don't know. I'd never felt anything quite like it, and haven't since. I was vaguely aware that I was still in some pain, but I simply didn't care. I was washed and adrift in the most delicious feeling of peace and well-being I have ever felt. A window opened in my mind; suddenly I comprehended drug addiction in a way I never had before. What, indeed, would it be like to know that that feeling was always only a pinprick away?
It disturbs me. I experienced the sensation once, and only once - years ago. Yet when I am in pain again - at times emotional as well as physical - my mind throws the image of that room back to me, and the feeling of the bed and the cool breeze blowing the curtains by the open window, and how intensely *good* it all felt. And, admittedly, I am glad then that there are laws restricting the substance. I do not need it. Intellectually, I do not want it. And yet, if I could get it ...
Could I help myself?
Shanglan
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