Morphine: Less fun than I thought

Okay, so the hillbilly heroin didn't quite cut it on its own – the pain just wouldn't go away.
As such, I graduated to morphine this week. To be precise, an oral solution called Ordine, which sounds like it should be prefaced "Gowns by...".

Anyway, it's definitely improved things but I'm feeling less than vibrant as a result. Woozy, you could say. Unwilling to get out of my armchair, in any case. Once again, TV to the rescue.
There's been a dearth of old movies, unfortunately, but a few distractions nonetheless.

There was the first New Zealand haka of the season, always a crowd-puller:

And do you recognise this person?

If you said, "It's Shannon Doherty on that Charmed episode where she gets turned into a man," you should pat yourself on the back (and then hide in shame).

Speaking of shocking revelations, I saw a chilling report from the US early this morning – Hand wash is the new scourge devastating America's youth:

Apparently if you mix it with salt you get very strong alcohol.
I do love it when they decry such behaviour while demonstrating how to go about it.

Of course, if the morphine fails...