I experienced some extremely comforting drugs in Neuro-ICU after surgery.
Dilaudid is a derivative of morphine. I distinctly recall asking for more of that. “Can you give me some more of that “D” stuff?” I couldn’t remember the name, but the sensation of sinking into a cloud of cotton wowed and numbed me, which after days, or hours, or minutes, or even seconds, of struggling in my hallucinatory battles is right where I wanted to be.
Which is why I am addicted to Chapstick. The left side of my mouth and nose are always the tingly numb of post-dental-surgery. So my lips feel chapped when they are perfectly moisturized.
One hundred percent of the time.
There is a tube of Chapstick at every spot in the house I am apt to linger for over a minute.
I would patrol the house and count them, but I’d be embarrassed to provide you the actual number.
Oh. Only nine. Plus one in each vehicle and two in my purse.
I don’t have a secret hidden stash, but it might not be a bad idea.