I made myself unwell and it was great

I can't remember if I have mentioned this before (yes you have and we're all sick to fucking death of hearing about it) but I suffer from prolapsed discs in my spine and every so often I have to lie down for a week or so until they behave themselves again.
I'm into my fourth week off work and things were getting a little better until Saturday when something went POP! and my legs stopped working.
So there I am lying in bed with zoo psychosis and a sore back. The doc arrives and gives me some painkillers (dihydrocodiene) and some diazapam to control the spasms.

I was supposed to take one of each but I was in a lot of pain so I took two painkillers, four diazapam and rolled myself a fatty. I was soon in the land of nod but when I woke up again a few hours later I was still in a lot of pain so I repeated the whole process this time putting a tad more grass in the fatty.

It was only when I finished the joint and went to put the ashtray on the floor that I looked at the clock and realised I hadn't been asleep for nearly as long as I thought I had. In fact I had only been asleep for ten minutes or so.
So I'm lying in bed with four 60mg tablets of dihydrocodeine, eight diazapam and two of the fattest doobies outside Kingston Town in me.
Then the walls began revolving and the ceiling started to drip on my head.
A short excerpt from the Exorcist later, I was back in the land of nod where I remained until 6.30pm on Sunday. Thats over 27 hours asleep.

Fucking magic I tells ya.

fatty.

Hats off to fatty. I wish I could sleep that long...one day I may have a stuffed back likes yours...cheers.

Do you still get money for grassing up layabouts?

Mind you don't want 'em knocking at my door either.

Painkillers, eh? *takes notes*


Err, uh, never touch the stuff. Especially not grass. Nope. Why, the only time I touch it is to cut it in the lawn. Yup. Certainly never smoked any illegal substances, nosirree! *chuckle*

You law breaker you..now..make me a sandwich..post haste!

I made it, but then I ate it. So I made another one, but I ate that one too. I think I have Cameronnosandwichitis, which means that whenever I make a sandwich for Australians named Cameron, I eat it.

It was delicious.


Rabbits.

I love the name Cameron, love it so much I named my daughter it.

I love nachos too.

I really cant believe that you can joke about something so serious as this. There are a lot of young, impressionable people visiting this board who look up to you Fatty. And your blatant disregard for something so dangerous beggars belief. This is something that effects many people, changing them from a normal person into someone who is incapable of functioning in everyday life. Not to mention the effects it has on the families. So I believe it is only right to warn people of these dangers, I know only too well, from my own experiences the dangers of what you so casually trivialise.

Always remember everyone, that it isnt big and it isnt clever, always bend your knees when lifting heavy objects.

I'll get you next time Lester!

Apparently my mother and father loved the name Cameron too so they named me it...much better than Alexander.

I'll never look up to fatty again as a perpetual lifter. You fiend!

Hope everything works out for you, glad you are still able to write your witty repetoire. I know that Miss James and I enjoy it very much.

All good things, fatty
and if in doubt
"Roll Another One......"

glad you are feeling better fatty , well i think those joints had someting to do with it lol

I remember overdosing on painkillers when I had toothache - a mixture of codeine, paracetemol and antibiotics. I was supposed to take 2 every 4 hours but I swapped it round, 4 every 2 hours.

I didn't have the benefit of a toke, so I just laid on the bed with the shakes for a few hours. At least my teeth stopped hurting.