Donuts don't stay fresh for long at all, even overnight after opening a package then chances are they will have stiffened up some, even I was surprised somewhat though after coming downstairs to the kitchen for a smoke at about 4-something AM and finding that most of a pack of donuts had been left for me to find, and on finding them, finding that I found them to have become somwhat chewy and a little crunchy round the very outsides.
Ate them anyway though; and I'm not dead yet
Whilst donuts tend to go a bit past their best easily enough, they do at least stay safe to eat in adverse conditions, within reason, without being the sort of thing that tends towards becoming a source of food poisoning.
At the time I found those custard donuts though, they were just the right sort of thing to deal with the morph-munchies, and waking up absolutely with a ravening, raging monstrous black abyss of a stomach, howling demands along the lines of 'fill me!, fill me NOW you cunting bastard, gimmegimmegimmegimmmeFOOOOOOOOOmotherfuckingwellgodsdamnedOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDS'
Had to take a fairly large dose of muscle relaxers, three times during the night, 20mg tizanidine is a bit much to use more than once a day, but its not something I'd take regularly at that level, but I was in too much pain last night to be able to lie down or sit up because of muscle spasms as well as the spasticity in my lower left leg thanks to the nerve damage, that and adrenal suppressant, I'd toked a couple of bongs of inert carrier herb that had been soaked in solvent containing a few hundred micrograms of N-cumyl-1-(5-fluoropentyl)indazole, a synthetic cannabinoid agonist, and a bloody powerful one at that on a weight basis. Short acting, but extremely potent, duration of action is perhaps between 15-25 minutes or so, but it is most effective, indeed, its one cannabinoid to be most careful in the use thereof. Did the trick just perfectly though when I found I couldn't get myself off to sleep though; two tokes from the bong closest to hand at the time was sufficient sedation to just about stayb conscious enough to unwind a bit with a roll-up and my hooter between the pages of the the nearest book selected from the pile I tend to keep
by the side of my bed on the floor, so I can just reach out and grab something whenever I feel the urge to devour literature (which is a lot, I tend to go through books so fast that when I treat myself to a sack of new books, they end up read cover to cover in a day, sometimes in a few hours)
The second bong I had last night though, after I'd finished reading some of my new book on the history of plagues and emerging diseases, and a few short novels in warhammer 40K 'hammer and bolter' vol II, was quite sufficient to send me to sleep.
Woke up feeling slightly rough around the edges, as I needed to pick up some fresh supplies of morphine, oxy, chlormethiazole and a fair variety of different meds of other sorts, I'd slept in, and woke up to find my mu-opioid and GABAa receptors pretty much running on fumes, having bugger all in the tank. Got my script just as usual, but it made it reallly difficult to both locate, and to stay within a vein once I got home, as my hands kept shaking thanks to my oversleeping. Ended up asking the pharmacist to give me a couple of chlormethiazole caps and a bit of my oxy script so I could take the heminevrin, and snort 50mg of oxy whilst I sat waiting for the remainder of my RX to be filled. That did help quite a bit though, as did some further adrenergic suppression (of monoamines that is, rather than glucocorticoids/mineralocorticoids).
I almost dropped the vessel that my morning shot was being prepared in though nevertheless, all 600mg of MS, and some 200mg of oxycodone.. Had prepped and mixed etc. done all that needs be done to get it ready, but dropped it. Someone upstairs, or downstairs, or possibly even both, must have been looking out for me this morning, as I managed a one-handed catch of the falling mortar and pestle (which is heavy, one of my two is solid granite, the other is made from, I believe, onyx. Both are very heavy)
Somehow, I managed to flick out my arm and catch it, after having been watching only in my peripheral vision, with the other hand holding the syringe, sliding a filter on the end and drawing up, without spilling so much as a drop.
But seeing it happen out of the corner of my eye, almost in a kind of mental minds-eye slow-motion view, christ, I felt my stomach churn in abject horror, knowing that I was just about to lose over half a gram of MS. The relief on realizing I had in actual fact made a perfect catch, and no longer holding my breath in horror had to be felt to be believed.
