overdose episode part ii

despite the huge dosage of
potentially lethal ingestion
enough in fact to render each
and every one of the staff
available in the facility stone
cold unconscious for at least 3
days solid, and give them wild
phantasmagorical dreams in the
process, even if they split the
entire dosage amongst all of them
there that night tending to the
drugged out, still screaming
spitting biting swearing pleading
tortured individual with the small
line of blue spittle still oozing
from the right side of his crooked
smile, despite that massive murderous
amount of sedative hypnotic those
gangbanged upturned neuroreceptors
just kept on screaming hunting searching
for the required narcopacifier that
eluded them wrenching life into a
body that was sick of pain sick of
life living in the belly of the underworld
crawling through the waiting rooms
of the pharmaceutically stingy small
mouthed medical cynics who patted
his head and shook their heads or else
just spit out their disgust at his filthy
habit and said sorry pal, see ya on the
other side, and turfed him out onto
the cold ugly sidewalk even though
the drugs that had turned him into
a strungout whimpering spiralnotebook
clutching junkie, with a penchant for
documentation, even though those drugs
he was hunting high and low to shove
into his body in a desperate attempt to
quell the ever growing ever present
evermounting agony that pounded every
afferent receptor in his decimated frame,
now remarkably unkempt and noticably
pungent, were drugs that they themselves
prescribed in a quick toss of paper/pen
here take this it'll fix you right up, back
in june oh-3 when all he'd done was pick
up a box and twisted just a bit, felt
a sharp hot jab down the left gluteus enough
to keep him out of work so they needed a note
which was part of the company protocol
so they sent him trotting off to the local
clinic because no-one could stand a man down
for one day, no, not without that little piece of
documentation stating that the day in question
was in fact a legitimate day off and the pain
shooting into the left gluteus was in fact real
and not a bullshit manoeuver in order to get
the longweekend turned into just another
party night in the big small city, and at the clinic
in perhaps only the really stupid move he'd
ever made in his life he said hey doc i'm allergic to
codeine, which of couse was a total fabrication,
which everyone in the place knew, eyebrows raised
slightly but he thought hey, hey, my buddy
on the line sold those other ones for 40 bucks
a pop and hey, that would be really cool if after
my ass stops hurting i got a couple left over
i could score a few dollars,
maybe for a case a beer.
but the pain never
stopped.
because it never does.
and the quickly scribbled script from the
overworked cynic who already figured he
was dealing with a dimestore junkie, and
couldn't be bothered to put up an argument
with 14 crying babies in the waiting room full
of eagled eyed mothers glued on the clock,
faces looking like they smelled shit, each
and every one of them, the quickly penned
barely legible script reading: percocet
i-ii qid for pain as directed, mitte 20 , became
the domino that sent his already sketchy
psyche into a hard nosed tailspin of
disproportionate magnitude and ended up
with the really dramatic confrontation with
the spitting and the high coloured dramatics,
the waving of arms which the doctor had
stupidly allowed to be undone in what she though
was an act of kindness, of trust, which, in turn,
led to the defiant wildeyed ingestion of the 33
smallblue pills, of which 7 were pulled half chewed
droolgoo from between the molars, leaving 25
smallblue pills in the stomach of the agitated,
notebookclutching spiralbound individual, who,
eventually only just ended up getting about 2
hours uninterrupted, one really can't call it sleep,
more of a downtime, from the whole overblown
episode, after having taken enough medication
to have wiped out a small congregation of
worshippers in the nearby church hall had
someone put that same dose in their punch.
but
in that two hours
we got to leaf through
the spiralbound
notebook.
and on the last
page
in pencil
it just said
please help me.