Pain Pills, Numb Toes and Mexicans

THAT got your attention, didn't it?

(Pain pills)
I took a pain pill before trying to sleep tonight. If I should die before I wake, blame the pill. I hate hate hate to take pills. Even though I have a lot of trouble sleeping due to this damned neuropathy in my feet, I don't like to take pain pills. I took Hydrocodone/Apap that was prescribed for me when I had a gall bladder attack in November. Even though I'm allergic to Codeine, they said I could take that, but I will always be leery because of the Mexicans.

(Numb toes)
I would say that Neuropathy is a pain in the ass, but actually it's a pain about 3 feet lower, my feet. If my toes aren't numb, they're burning, if they're not burning, they're tingling, if they're not tingling, they're cramping. UGH!!...See why I can't sleep?!?!?

(Mexicans)
I bet you thought I'd never get around to the Mexicans part of this middle-of-the-night diversion, didn't you? They are connected to the Pain Pill part, so this is coming full circle, and then I can go back to bed.
Back in 1985 I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Son #2, Gary, by Cesarian section. I had a spinal block, and they told me not to raise my head, or I would get a massive headache. I raised my head, and sure enough, I got a massive headache. I was prescribed some super-whammy Codeine for the pain.
At the time, the ex, sons #1 and #2, and I were living in Podunk, Texas right across the street from a huge 1920's house that had a garage apartment in the back. In fact, at one time, we had lived in the house part, and my brother had lived in the garage apartment part, so I knew the layout of the place.

There were about a half-dozen Mexican men living in the garage apartment. (Told ya I'd get there). Now on Friday night, you could usually see a small goat tied up outside their place, and on Saturday the music would start, several friends would join them, and the smell of barbecue was in the air and the goat was gone. Took me a while to figure that one out.

Anyway, I was home from the hospital, trying to  nurse a baby AND a massive headache. One night, I took the Codeine and put the baby in the bassinette beside my  bed and tried to sleep. I was doing pretty good until the Mariachi music started full blast and the window to my room opened. One by one, the Mexicans climbed into my room. One had the boom box, one had the goat on a rope...all carried something. They weren't bothering me, it was more like they were just passing through. I tried to wake Jim (the ex) to make him get the Mexicans out of my bedroom before they woke the baby, but he just slept on, never hearing a thing. I yelled, I screamed, I beat his arm with my fist...nothing..ZZZZZZzzzzzz. I finally gave up and went back to sleep myself.


In the morning, I asked him why he didn't wake up to help me get our uninvited guests out of our house, and he said he never heard a word out of me, never felt any of the pummeling I gave him. How could he not feel it? I was Mike Tyson!! I was a she-bear protecting her cub!! He had to have felt it.... Nope....BUT, my OWN arm was black and blue. ....I was having a hallucination, and was beating my own arm.....(Insert Twilight Zone music here)

NOW see why I hate to take pain pills?