the drugs they use to control my pain and mood sometimes make me see things.

Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

Consider also:

  1. Sex and Drugs
  2. “We do not whine about pain and loss! It is a gift. Burn your hand and understand fire, child! You don’t learn about the frost by asking for its name. You give it a finger…a toe. Hmm?”
  3. “Hey, how are you doing?” San Francisco-gracious, the noblesse oblige of those totally wiped out on drugs
  4. “Up rears the pillar. Quaintly shaped and hued, It focussed all the sky and all the plain To its own ugliness. I looked again, And saw its magic in another mood. A shapeless truth took image in my brain.”
  5. Michael Moorcock: Fiction, Fantasy and the World’s Pain