An Ode to Narcotics
I admit, the title of this blog was written to grab your attention. But it was also legitimately inspired by recent personal events. About a month ago, my daughter underwent shoulder surgery, and given her multiple shoulder injuries over the years, it was an extensive procedure that involved bone graphs and several medical terms I don’t understand and can’t pronounce (or spell). We brought her home with a collection of Schedule II narcotics that would make the members of Aerosmith (circa 1978) salivate.