Cocodamol is a whorepill.

By whorepill, I obviously don' mean that it sleeps with people for money. No. I eman in the sense that I despise it to no end and felt like cursing it. And, being called a whore IS a bad insult, in my books. Ths insulting of a seemingly harmless painkiller MIGHT seem a little unprescedented to most - yet, I feel that I have a right. After being competely unable to digst anything for the past few days (I'll spare the details), It's made me feel a bit shit. Furthermore, now, I am taking paraceteol, a much less effective pain-killer. Great.

Some might not already know how Ive gotten myself in need of such things - Read the top of the blog for a hint. And, let me tell you, it bloody hurt. I mean - I thankfully, never have, and never will give birth, so this was the worst pain I've ever felt. I turned around and I felt my kneecap literally slip out from underneath me. I had a few seconds to contemplate on the upcoming ordeal - before the pain. Now, I don't want to whine so I'll keep it short and sweet. It hurt. My knee was out, and I was on the school field.

The ambulance arrived, and I got high on gas and air. I don't really remember much. Just Nanairo Crayon De Egaku Hikari by Antic Cafe laying on my iPod. Then, I reckognised the nurse. She was the mother of someone wh my brother knows from the orchestra. She put it back in place while I was high.

Then a cast, beign repeatedly told by a doctor that it'll probably happen again, crutches, a painful ride home.

For the next few days I've sat doing nothing, moving around reluctantly to avoid stiffness. That was untill a side-effect of the cocodamol kicked in. Indigesion and vomit. Honestly, not a pretty sight. I'm better now, but in pain, because paracetomol isn't as effective. I've finally set up a blog to record how I'm doing. Yes, I know, almost 5 days after my injury. But I've been busy doing nothing.

DomiKko out. ;)