Monday, 21 December 2009

The Diagnosis of Brittany Murphy

– Murphy’s law of pain relief…


Call me cynical, but whenever one of these young Hollywood starlets drop, my first instinct is…DRUGS. I’ve lived out there myself (albeit for only three months) and one of the fondest memories I have of that town, was the easy access to Vicodin. Vicodin was first given to me by my LA dentist (based in Century City), following a routine teeth bleaching procedure. He said it was for, “Pain relief.” I wasn’t in pain – but I did have some sensitivity – so, assuming the pills were an American version of paracetamol, I popped ‘em. Before long, I got quite accustomed to poppin' a couple before going about my daily business; which quickly deteriorated into poppin' a couple before I started my day…and my afternoon…and my evening…and my night; which, before I knew it, led to poppin' ‘em whenever I could get my hands on ‘em. Which wasn’t hard in that town (it’s not named after a Christmas decoration for nothin’). In fact, it was quite often my limo drivers (I can’t drive so I regularly used a car service) that hooked me up.

For anyone who’s never had Vicodin before…I call it, “The Fine Drug.” Cos in my experience, there is absolutely no buzz from it. However, here’s the kicker…no-matter what happens once you’ve dropped a couple, you’re fine with it. – You're having a bad day and suddenly you're having a 'fine' day, your beloved dog dies…”It’s fine, I’ll just buy another one,”  a big old steamroller runs over your left leg…“It’s fine, but would someone just pass me my purse from the other side of the street, cos I just need to take another Vicodin while I’m waiting for the ambulance to arrive and cauterize the artery in my leg that’s bleeding all over the place.” – Get the picture? In my opinion, it’s the “fineness” of prescription drugs that makes them so insidious and moreover, deadly.

I hope Brittany did die of natural causes – there’s always a chance. But if drugs are the culprit, I for one, am not gonna think any less of her. Perhaps what happens, during the lifespan of these shooting-starlets, is that for one reason or another – which none of us can ever profess to know – they feel an incredible and overwhelming sense of pain. A pain that they feel (rightly or wrongly) is eased by the 'pain killers' that they become addicted to. If this scenario is the case, one can only hope, that from death’s small kindnesses, they have indeed, been administered the ultimate, “pain relief.”

Goodbye Brittany Murphy – forever, “Rolling with the homies…”


–Cheyelle


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2 comments:

  1. I totally think it had to be drugs. She was fired recently from a job which rarely happens unless an actor is impossible to work with. How about stories of her husband being rushed to the hospital from a plane and how he was incoherent at the scene of her death. Her losing weight, etc. How many young people die of a heart attack at 32? Funny how it's hard to get pain meds here. I had two wisdom teeth pulled and was told to take 2 Tylenol.

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  2. See, I didn't even know about all that other stuff. Thanks for the heads-up Ally. Although, I had noticed she'd lost weight, and as for the story about her husband being incoherent with grief…just so sad.

    At a time like this, there's only one thing to do. Take a good look through some dumb-ass real estate pictures, from the slapdash realtors in Garden State region @ http://sillyrealestatephotos.blogspot.com/ …hehe…

    Thanks for reading some of my posts Ally. I appreciate it.

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