Showing posts with label morphine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morphine. Show all posts
Friday, August 20
Morphine
10:54 PM | 
Posted by
Fatty McFatterson
Since then, I've witnessed the effects of cancer and the oftentimes horrific, excruciating pain that goes with it. Each time, morphine was the drug of choice prescribed by the physicians, and often it was just a bandaid, so to speak. The drug is so highly regulated, and so difficult for doctors to justify prescribing, that it seems oftentimes, that only certain painful death will loosen the doctor's hold on their prescription pad.
What does this have to do with Tila? Well, if you take a look at the video shot yesterday on Robertson, by x17online.com, you'll hear her in the first minute mention that she's on good drugs, that the cashiers in the store she just exited asked if they could have what she's on, and she wondered why they would want to be on morphine at work. Of course, she's weaving all over the place, and kinda stumbling. She claims it's because she's dizzy from the morphine.
Morphine. An opiate drug so powerful, that doctors used to have to hand-write prescriptions with certain codes to ensure the prescription wasn't being forged. A highly-addictive drug that would never be given to an addict without a justifiable reason and under the direction and supervision of a physician. A drug that cancer patients, in the throes of pain, often have to beg for, because doctors have to dole it out in limited amounts to ensure its not abused. A drug that is often the last resort for doctors and cancer patients to control pain so great, no human should ever have to endure.
Morphine. A drug Tila would like us to believe was prescribed to her 7 days ago for 2 tiny cuts on her face that required neither stitches nor glue. Two tiny cuts that have no auxiliary bruising. A drug Tila would like us to believe she's been taking every day for 7 days after receiving those 2 tiny cuts.
My friend died an agonizing death, because her doctor took great care in trying to relieve her pain, and yet not allow her to abuse the drug. And Tila wants us to believe her pain for two little bitsy, teeny weeny cuts, was so great that a powerful drug, used primarily for the excruciating hellish pain of cancer, was needed to control it for the duration of a week.
Fuck you Tila. Fuck you and your moron army who believe every lie out of your ugly, twisted little fat mouth. Fuck you for thinking you're such a badass, yet you whine about the pain of two little cuts. My 4 year old broke the radius bone in her arm, and every bone in her wrist from a fall at the playground. Guess what? No morphine. No pain meds at all. She was casted up and sent home. I kissed her owie, and that was the end of it. She didn't send the pictures to TMZ. She didn't parade her little 3-foot tall self down the street begging for attention. She didn't threaten to sue the playground. She wasn't "in" bedrest for a week, not even a day. She didn't whine for a week, hell, she barely whined for an hour. My tiny little girl took her lumps, and walked away. That is badass Tila.
And my friend, Connie? Fuck, she was as "G" as you get. She wore orthopedic shoes, support hose and polyester pantsuits. She'd kick your little pansy ass from here to fucking Florida.
Go ahead Tila, milk this situation. Try to cause problems for ICP and the Juggalos. For a minute you actually had the concern, the support and the sympathy of many around the country. Haters actually came to your defense. Guess what Tila, you're changing the haters back to haters, and your supporters to haters. Juggalos that might have supported you, are now realizing why the ones who threw shit at you, felt compelled to do so. They are thinking if they could only turn back time one week, they could have enjoyed the same luxury of throwing shit that they just condemned.
In closing, you claimed you were driving your LEASED Lamborghini while under the influence of a Schedule II controlled substance. Hope your idiot army doesn't think that's an appropriate option. We know your doctor did not give you morphine, but you were definitely on something.
Keep on lying bitch, you're writing the script for your karma right now.
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