February 3, 2003
Trazodone. Hydrocodone. The names of the anti-depressants pack a cutesy zing. Paxil. Despiramine. A gig in one of the medical professions isn't necessarily the same easy pickins it used to be. Controls are tighter now. Fewer things can happen without a witness present. And, as always, some addict always gets cocky and fucks it up for the rest of the hospital, like the nurse that pops some old lady's entire supply of painkillers and leaves her in hellish agony, screaming for a doctor. As in all things, self-discipline is key.