medicine's, drugs, are not my thing. Now if you want to talk about Scotch Whiskey I'm your guy.
My cousin would know, however. Biggest hypochondriac on planet earth... and the biggest 'know it all'.... hell of a combo. And here's what amazes me... he's a walking pharmacy. I really think you could call out the most rare and obscure medicine produced and he'd have a supply in one of his tactical vest pockets. WHICH, came in very handy for me one night...
at a band gig. The cousin I'm referring too is our Bass player. I was having a problem.... in the nether regions, my butthole. Hemorrhoids. Sorry to bring that up. Being a drummer, sitting on a drum stool, I was not a happy camper. It got so bad I was considering walking off the stage. So, cousin pulls out a selection of pain meds... offered me one. I know nothing about them so I said the 'strongest' ya got. I can't remember what it was called.
Here's what it did for me: It didn't take away any pain at all.... BUT.... it did make me not give a crap about the pain. That's hard to explain, but it's true. I finished the night. I don't want to talk about the next day. - JamesJM
