Growing up, I'm not one who's accustomed to drugs, and neither am I its big fan, even though I know it impacts on helping one improve their wellbeing during illness, yet I tried as much as possible to avoid it, probably because I don't like the scent or because I just prefer another form of medication. However, there are still times I've got no choice but to use it, and in this article I'll be sharing some of my worst experiences with using drugs.
Like I said, I'm not a big fan of using drugs, and while growing up I used different means to avoid using it, one of which was whenever I'm sick, I do make sure to sit down on the sofa we've got beside the window, and whenever I'm given the drug pill to use, I just pretend as though I'm using the medicine, unknown to my parents that I had stylishly thrown the pill being the chair, which they won't find out, the only realizing what I did after several months when we're cleaning the house and they move the sofa to clean under it.
That's to show how terrible I'm with drug usage, and even though when my parents find out, they tend to warm me against such, yet I find myself doing it again. Also, I don't do hard drugs or elicit drugs; I'm not the type who craves getting high or feeling extra ordinary like some drug abusers do; I just want to live my life and enjoy the natural strength I've got, but then using more drugs, such as paracetamol, I remember it had a bad effect on my one day.
Then I was an undergraduate at the university and was broke, meaning I needed to hustle to make some money since I wasn't able to get what I needed from my parents at the time. That very day I went to work as a laborer for bricklayer, and it was a stressful job that got me drained and exhausted. At the end of that day job, I went to a shop to purchase some food items to cook and eat, and when I got home, I started cooking.
After which I took a shower and used paracetamol; unlike one tablet I usually use, that day I used 3 because of how exhausted I was, and before you know it, I began to doze off; it was very strange and I never expected it; even I forgot I was cooking and just slept off. Luckily for me, when the food was burning, I quickly perceived the smell and woke up to off the stove, after which I dished some food on the plate to it, and as I was eating, I didn't even know when I dozed off the food.
That was the last thing I remembered, and by the time I woke up the next day, it was already 3 p.m. in the afternoon. It was quite strange. I mean, I could have slept from 7 p.m. or the previous day till 3 p.m.; that's about 20 hours of sleep. It was strange and probably the first time I slept that long. I was angry with myself because I'd made plans for that day, which none were achieved since I didn't even wake up to do the needful.
I understand the hours of sleep were the effect of the stress I went through and the overdose of paracetamol I had, but why I felt it's more of the paracetamol than the stress was because that wasn't the first time I'm doing that type of work and there have been days I was even more stressed out after work than that very day, so it can only be as a result of the paracetamol.
It was quite scary for me as I was afraid of what might have happened had I used more than that, and since then I tried as much as possible to avoid overdosing on drugs and using one when it's not being prescribed to me; it's better to be on the safer side than to use self-medication to damage my own organ to kill myself.
Now I'm fine, but given my current health issues, I won't even dare delve into such a careless act again; instead, I'll just relax like that or pay a visit to the nearest medical center to be treated or prescribed a drug to.
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