All the new health trends embraced by Pop-Cultural Physicians may be true. Last night I dangerously devoured a London-Broiled Roast Beef sandwich with Horseradish; however, it was on multi-grain bread. Still, today I feel the sour punch in my colon.
At only 40, I've had numerous colonoscopies, a blood transfusion for the Jehovah's Witnesses, Remicade Infusions, Steroid Infusions, a plethora of pills and all the rest. Nonetheless, the large intestine acts as if an adversary, flaring with inflammation and ulceration, bleeding me anemic, and what the hell can I do but cope.
Narcotic should not be a bad word. I've never abused pain medication, and there should not be a nefarious attachment associated with comfort. Having dealt with constipation for months at a time, it would be foolish to take more than 2 opiate-spiked pills prescribed by a physician, for they have constipating effects. There is no ethical blunder in being a stable patient, and people should not feel ashamed to ask for pain medication. It's not axiomatic that everybody will become addicted; specifically, there are a myriad of medicated people doing so properly.
Naps help too. Just stay tough and pray to God that you can have the smooth suavity of a normal bowel movement.
Too, buy my books: King's Books
Sincerely, Mark David King
