One of the reasons that I hadn't wanted to start taking narcotics is that they make a person woozy. Ten years ago I'd never have said this, but I don't particularly like the woozy effect when it continues for days on end. I also knew that this effect would lead to a point where I'd be told that I wasn't allowed to drive.
And that point has come, at least for a little while. I saw my family doctor today. We're going to markedly increase the amount of oxycontin that I'm taking (from 2 per day to up to 8) so that we can decrease the amount of Percocet I'm taking (which is hovering between 5 and 10 a day). Because of these changes, my doctor says that I'm not competent to drive. Since I don't see my family doctor again until October 10, I'd think that I shouldn't be driving until at least that day. After all, his declaration that I'm not competent to drive would stand until he says that I am competent, right?
This sucks, though. I didn't want to have to give up the freedom of being able to hop in the car and go somewhere. Of course I've only had the car for two years, so hopefully I'll be able to remember how to do stuff without having a car - and of course Ian can drive me around if I need to go somewhere :)