After a leg injury, I had my experience with Vicodin. Set aside the constipation, it took seven weeks of what felt like the flu to get over them. After my wife passed away, I was prescribed Xanax.
That was like a pharmaceutical lobotomy with a pinch of Alzheimer’s. The pharmaceutical companies that manufacture this poison are no better than a crack dealer crumbing his customers.
We need an alternative solution, but until then, I will take my chances with leeches and bloodletting.
Thomas L. Ripley, Belleville