A Love Letter

Drugs,

Where would I be without you? Probably in bed - but not comfortable. When my bum shoulder started acting up again, I should have come to you first, but I was trying to be tough. Who was I kidding, Drugs? I should have known. But rest assured, after a visit to the chiropractor from which I'm not sure my collarbone will ever recover, I knew what I needed. I needed you. And I needed lots of you.

Now, thanks to your glorious pain killing powers, I'm once again able to complete the menial administrative tasks demanded of me by my job without fear of being brought to tears in front of (and subsequently mocked by) my coworkers.

You're the only one for me, Drugs. I'll never doubt you again.

Love,

Emily