Interesting. Fio came across an old blog that Husband wrote while Fio was recovering from heart surgery several years ago and learned that she'd had such a bad reaction to massive doses of Vicodin (=hydrocodone) that she'd refused to take it so the doctor moved her to massive doses of Tylenol.
What was that reaction, you ask. The same as after her hip replacement--hallucinations whether she was asleep or awake. Yes, your Fio is not destined for life as a drug addict. She likes the world to make sense, to have cause and effect, perhaps the most outrageous hallucination of all.
Showing posts with label hallucinations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hallucinations. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Still Deep
Cause and effect is prime to everything. It's the concept, the truism, that all the sciences, hard and soft, are based on.
But there's no logical reason for the existence of predictability. We could just as well live in a totally random universe such as Fiorella encountered in her drug-addled hallucinations.
It's a matter of control--if cause and effect exists, we can predict what will happen next. If we know what will happen next, we can alter the future.
But always with the wild card of free will thrown in.
It's a matter of control--if cause and effect exists, we can predict what will happen next. If we know what will happen next, we can alter the future.
But always with the wild card of free will thrown in.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Fio's Road to Damascus
Put on your waders. Fio is going deep.
I think she told you about the problems she had with meds after her hip operation. The hydrocodone, which had never previously given her anything but pain relief, caused disorientation and hallucinations. Maybe it was the strength of the pills--four times what she was accustomed to--or maybe it was the oxycontin added on top of them, but nothing made sense to her. Everything was random, everything threatening--cause and effect didn't exist. Fiorella didn't know how to cope with a scenario like this, and she didn't want to exist in a world like this. There was no balance, no God.
Yesterday Fio peeked back at those dark days and was overwhelmed by a wave of desolation. Then suddenly she realized that scientific research has proved her hallucinations wrong, that everything does make sense, that all things relate, that there is order in the universe.
That there is a God.
I think she told you about the problems she had with meds after her hip operation. The hydrocodone, which had never previously given her anything but pain relief, caused disorientation and hallucinations. Maybe it was the strength of the pills--four times what she was accustomed to--or maybe it was the oxycontin added on top of them, but nothing made sense to her. Everything was random, everything threatening--cause and effect didn't exist. Fiorella didn't know how to cope with a scenario like this, and she didn't want to exist in a world like this. There was no balance, no God.
Yesterday Fio peeked back at those dark days and was overwhelmed by a wave of desolation. Then suddenly she realized that scientific research has proved her hallucinations wrong, that everything does make sense, that all things relate, that there is order in the universe.
That there is a God.
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