Cyclobenzaprine with hydrocodone

Oxycodone And hydrocodone are both quite licit, at least here in the US and , again here, can’t easily be cut with anything else because they’re pills not powders.
Something interesting about the quaranteam stories is that most comment under their Lit names, not as anonymous.
Keep it up

... a broken foot!!! Fell in a hole and broke bone at base of little toe very badly! Bad news: May need surgery. Good news: Good excuse for writing!! Bad news: I might be high on Hydrocodone. Good news: Sex might be extremely hot!!!

I'm like a lot of other readers; I can't understand why some people go into such detail trying to point out every single error. Hell, I've written some stories sitting in a pick up truck at six in the morning after a night's work; a couple I wrote while high on Hydrocodone. I've posted my stories without any expectation of recompense other than an occasional appreciative comment.
I've been reading some Ken Follette lately; he makes mistakes too. I read an old Larry McMurtry the other day; what a mess, and he gets an occasional Pulitzer! Some of F. Scott Fitzgerald's stuff stinks, but he's considered a giant.
I'm sure you're good at what you really do. The posting on Literotica is just for fun. I enjoy what you post. Please continue. I miss guys like Francis MacComber, Rehnquist, and the Troubador.
Jedd Clampett (carvohi)
It's a five of course. Warts and all it's a five!

Of some hydrocodone in this one. Don't remember Chuck singing 'Love Potion #9, I do remember The Clovers, The T-Bones and the big hit by The Searchers. Loved Lisa's costumes; even though I was raised Baptist I envisioned the school girl outfit to be a Catholic schoolgirl but she didn't have a sexy teacher, nurse or office lady? What was it with me and women? Was I that stupid? He was joking, right? Good thing for me I never lived in Pennsylvania or I sure as hell would have been found by at least one of your crazy women. I just wonder when Susan first started riding on the short bus? There were at least four seriously damaged people in this story, I'm pretty sure Lisa and Larry will be alright. Roland probably will make it, wouldn't bet anything I couldn't afford to lose on Susan though, don't really see any reason to wish her anything at all. All I can say Jedd is since you've stated that most of your stories are based at least in part on the true life of your self or those close to you it must have never been boring. Signed: BTW

bornwildnfree, I sent you a private message. Please contact me.
As for everyone else ... life keeps adding on the 'happy' {sarcasm}.
My neurologist decided to prescribe a more powerful tool to manage the pain in my feet. So, he gave me a foot cream. What wasn't obvious was the non-prescribed 'side effects' of the foot cream which included ... (sigh) ...
Well, as my feet have been hurting like sons-a-bitches, I was slathering that cream on three and four times a day. It had minimal positive effect which was leagues ahead of the pain I was going through. Besides, it was foot cream. What was the worse that could happen?
Baclofen (2%) ~ [Lightheadedness or fainting, trouble seeing, severe tiredness, weakness],
Cyclobenzaprine (2%) ~ [Anxiety, restlessness, seeing or hearing things that are not there, severe drowsiness, fainting, or confusion],
Diclofenac (3%) ~ [Sudden or severe headache, or problems with vision, speech, or walking],
Gabapentin (6%) ~ [Behavior problems, aggression, restlessness, trouble concentrating, moodiness (especially in children), problems with coordination, shakiness, unsteadiness, unusual moods, or behaviors, thoughts of hurting yourself, feeling depressed, dizziness, drowsiness, sleepiness, tiredness],
Lidocaine (2%) ~ [which, somewhat stunningly, isn't trying to fuck with my head]
So I've been staggering around in a semi-lucid state for the past several days, unable to figure out why I couldn't do much, if any, writing. It took me complaining to my wife to provide some clarity.
I repeat - it is freaking foot cream!
I've stopped with the foot-crack and am back to dealing with the pain. Hopefully I'll be back to writing soon too.
James aka FinalStand

Scene: Large room with floor covered in set mousetraps with ping pong balls. You toss in a ping pong ball. Some traps go off. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response...

A story like this makes me appreciate a woman with morals, with character, with ethics, and with honor. She has none.