opiates
Ugh. Horrible things. They are good for knocking the edge off bone pain, but the cost of them is that I spend all day wandering around in a stuffed-with-cotton-ball haze and have to do heroic attempts at concentration to even get a single thing done.
I will be really happy when my clavicle is healed enough so that I can move it without more-pain-than-I-want-to-think-about and can get back to sewing/brazing/riding again instead of the far more exciting business of sleeping 12+ hours a day.