A Delicate Situation

The recent events involving the musical legend Prince have affected me in ways I did not expect. Prince's music was a huge part of my childhood, and I always get huge flashbacks to my college days whenever I listen to his early stuff. When Prince passed away, it felt like a part of my past passed away as well. Yeah, I know it is silly to associate part of my life with someone I have never met, but it was his music more than him that got to me.

The media continues to pick at Prince's carcass for headlines, and now some very nasty things are starting to come out. I try to ignore these stories, but they are all over my Facebook wall. The latest one that I had read was that the pain killers found on Prince's body were not prescribed to him. In a country where getting pain killers is relatively easy (especially for a celebrity), I find it impossible to believe that Prince had to get his medication on the black market. But the media loves a good story (true or false), so they ran with it.

When Dr. Gosy was busted by the authorities, the anti-opiate voices shouted to the heavens. When it was revealed that Prince had been on pain medication for years to avoid having the hip surgery he badly needed, the anti-opiate voices once again shouted to the heavens. I feel like, as a person who needs pain medication and uses it responsibly, that an opposing voice should be heard as well.