Obviously that didnt work, but the nurse said she couldn't give me morphine as she needed a doctor to sign a prescription.
So I told her to wake the ****** up as he was fast asleep in a cubicle in the ward next to me.
She looked a tad surprised that I knew this, and she went anyway to investigate and finally came back with more morphine. This was after 3 hours in total of excruciating agony for me.
Next day I went home, called one of my mates and had a tub of cannabis delivered to my house.
When the pain returned, I smoked a spliff, and the pain went within 15 minutes and remained absent for the next 16 hours. .
So morphine ? Has to be manufactured and placed into vials, a prescription has to be raised , a pharmacist has to then locate the stuff and send it to the ward via a porter, the. A doctor has to get a syringe from the medical supplies and inject the patient. At what cost god himself only knows.
Whereas, a mate on a bike can deliver a far more effective, non addictive, natural pain relief for a week for the princely sum of 50 quid via a plant that can grow naturally just about anywhere in the world.
And it's banned by a caring government.
Where's the logic in that ?
To quote a great song.
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right.