Following my dental surgery yesterday I am taking a pain killer which I strongly suspect is narcotic. Among other warnings on the bottle about drowsiness and dizziness and the use of care when operating a vehicle, vessel (e.g., boat) or machinery, there is a yellow sticker proclaiming that opioids can cause dependence, addiction and overdose. The opioid is used to suppress pain, coughing and for executions in the United States. My general mood and behaviour is unquestionably heightened in the past twenty-four hours. The primary difference is the total lack of pain, a highly improving sensation. I have no doubt I give myself more credit than due when I say that an element of the euphoria is psychological release from what had been the impending medical issues prior to the surgery (though in fairness the endodontist told me today in a follow-up conversation that it is possible there was removal of some disturbing bacteria in the surgical process).
I have continued my tranquillity - or should I say, my tranquillization - by treating myself to my accustomed afternoon strong, black coffee. The need to write propels me as always. Mysteriously I fashion that somehow these trifling records of inactivity have value. It really doesn't matter in any event. Since I was fourteen years old I have been keeping a diary. I am thus familiar with addiction. Ornamenting this obsession is the music of Jeff Beal (who famously composed the music for House of Cards). I have removed my new hearing aid from my right ear so I can employ the Apple AirPods which I find exceedingly delightful. The AirPods (with wireless charging case) are the answer to our downsized residence - the avoidance of conflict between stereo and television. And like any headset the sound which is delivered is superlative compared to the best speakers. Just one more triumph of technology, itself a rhapsody.