It all started with the root canal two Thursdays ago. Had to be done, it had been left too long. The dentist said that there was a juncture of nerves at the bottom of my tooth, or molar, and he had to punch and punctuate for an hour and half till the whole thing came out. As a result, enter into my life: Vicodin- the pain killer.
|Vicodin – I only took half|
I had heard stories about Vicodin at the law firm where I used to work. Someone who liked writing and poetry and jazz told me that it was a fantastic high, that we should try it sometime. Such an opportunity was within my reach now, so I took it as soon as the pain started to peak out from the anesthesia.
Within a few minutes I HAD to clean the basement, and we don’t even have a basement, so I had to clean the kitchen, but not just clean. No. It was more like I had to go through the lines of the tiles and make sure there were no extra little grains of sugar or bits of coffee, or anything. Each square inch had to be sparkling clean.
I could not sleep because I had to get everything done, and then when I finally sat down for 10 minutes or so I went into a coma, meaning I could not move, at all.
It really was not working for me. That was definitely a lot of cleaning to end up with a dirty house. And the pain continued.
|Percocet. Nothing really matters much|
At that time James had his own surgery so I tried what he had, liked it, called my dentist, and he prescribed. Yet another drug: Percocet.
Did you know that this is man-made heroine?
I’ll tell you about Percocet. Suddenly all was good with the world, pain was gone, meditations were, well, sleepy, but who was worried? the green looked greener, the flowers were blossoming and the pinks were just so sharp, I had to look at them. I could also sleep and in general all was just right in the world.
Today, two and a something weeks later the pain is finally gone and so I am totally off from any pain killers and Advil (which I took throughout).
You could say I am in withdrawal.
Reading the Guruji Book did not help either cause I was getting all these images of all these young people loving the practice, doing it twice a day, and I felt like I was not pushing enough in my own.
So today I went all out. I did primary with full intention, all jump through, all jump backs, as much as I could stay in paschimottanasana, headstands, kurmasana. By the end of it I noticed I had been on the mat for over 3 hours. You do crazy things you become crazy, said Sharath in January…
James tells me it takes 40 days to completely clean the system of these pain killers. I feel like that practice I did today must have done the work of at least 20 regular days of flushing toxins in any conventional way.