Pain Pills & My Newfound Addiction

    I’ve gotten lots of notes asking how I am. Gotta be honest. I’m not feeling too well.

    My entire life I’ve avoided pain pills like the plague. They have always scared me. And now, when the only way I can function at all is to take them hand over fist, I wonder why they scared me at all. How does anyone become addicted to these things? They’re awful.

    I remember about a year ago, after I had just gorged on three pounds of Chinese food, I thought it would be fun to roll down this giant grass hill with my son and nephews. I stood up quickly at the bottom, and the wave of dizziness and nausea that consumed me would not be quickly forgotten. These pills make me feel the same way.

    I keep trying to ween off of them, but soon find that the incredible grossness from the pills is slightly favorable to the one-of-a-kind pain that comes from having your ass cut wide open. At least with the dizziness and nausea I can sleep sometimes, and sit for a few minutes here and there, and lay on the sofa, albeit always leaning to one side or the other.

    Anyway, while I am certainly counting down the seconds to when I don’t need a single additional pain pill, and I am certain that addiction to these blasted things is probably not on the docket for what’s next in this blogger’s life, I do have a new addiction that doesn’t worry me one bit.


    And I’m talking about the show, not the actual act of being a parent.

    I’m actually quite sad about the fact that I missed Noah’s big Pinewood Derby for Cub Scouts this week. I don’t miss stuff like that, and even though he was understanding, it crushed me to hear the disappointment in his voice when I told him I wouldn’t be able to come.

    But look how dang cute he was!


    Anyway, THIS has been my view for pretty much the last three days, ever since my sister Andi stayed the night to help me out and introduced me to the show Parenthood.


    I have been binge-watching it on Netflix like nobody’s business.

    And I don’t know if it is the effect of these narcotics, or if it is just *that* good, but every single episode makes me get teary-eyed at least once. Every single episode makes me stop and think about parenting and all the struggles and triumphs that come with it. Every single episode makes me laugh. And every single episode just makes me appreciate my kid, and the journey that parenting is, even more.

    Yep, it’s a good one. I think. Something tells me I might be thinking a lot of things are really awesome right now that actually aren’t. Hahaha.

    Anyway, I’m getting back to it. This binge-watching is serious business.

    Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

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    Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!