Wednesday, June 20, 2012
On June 6th there was a car accident. He was in his white Toyota Tundra and was rear ended while waiting for a woman to turn left. His back got pretty wrenched up and his neck was bothering him. I took him to Urgent Care and they prescribed hydrocodone every 4-6 hours for pain and Flexeril for the muscle spasms he was having.
Then a few days later he had nine teeth pulled, four impacted wisdom teeth, four pre-molars and a baby tooth as well as a cyst removed. The oral surgeon prescribed him more hydrocodone to take every 4-6 hours.
He thought he was feeling happy because he was out of the constant pain in his mouth he had learned to live with. What I figured out was that he was taking all his prescriptions as ordered, which meant he was doubling up on the hydrocodone.
With the double hydrocodone, the flexeril, and benadryl he was taking for hydrocodone induced nausea, the kid was high.
My very straight laced, no alcohol, no drugs, no rule breaking, gonna be a cop kid was as high as a kite. The bad thing is that I was really enjoying him that way. Once we discovered what was going on and had him cut back to a single dosage of hydrocodone he gradually went back to his 21 year old self.
Damn! I wish hydrocodone wasn't so addicting or that the potential for acetaminophen overdose wasn't so dangerous. I kind of liked the kid that way.