Dang it Phil, ya made me laugh out loud.
When I had my lung removed they gave me a self administered drip of Opium. The night of my surgery wasn't real pleasurable and so I figured OK, lets give this a whirl. Well it was stormin out to beat the band, fantastic lightning strikes and thunder claps that shook the building. My room looked out over a courtyard. After the juice kicked in I looked outside and saw those extremely tall people from the Beatles album cover and the Yellow Submarine movie lurkin around in the trees and bushes. Well that got a little heavy so I decided I'd best focus inside. Damned if they're weren't little furry creatures from Star Wars scurring around my room. Don't quite remember how that night ended but kinda remember a lovely young nurse patting my hand and tellin me "it's all right, everything will be fine". Yaeh right! I thought those little furry things were gonna be with me forever. The next day when the Doc came in I told him ta get that damn drip outta here. He laughed and asked if it was a bit strong. I told him hell yes, now please remove it or bottle it up for me ta take home.
Fortunately I survived the surgery and the "drip". Also I only see the furry things occasionally.
That had to have been rough for sure!!!
Ya take something on your own and you expect something to go weird, as was the reason in the first place, but the doc say's take this every 3 hours, and you may not be expecting what's up.
One of my girlfriends took one of her mom's meds a couple times and all she saw were carrots falling every where and piling up. Her mom had pancreatic cancer, so it was a tad stiff. Her mom died a few months later.
I cut the potent meds off, and am glad to say, I'm not hearing voices any more.
