Nights Turn to Days
“There’s nothing like the sleep that comes with immediate withdrawals,” a friend who knows about these things wrote on my Facebook page this afternoon. “No dreaming like the dreaming of opioid withdrawal.”
For the last seven weeks I believe I’ve only slept through the night perhaps a slim handful of times. Something is always waking me up, be it stomach upset, leg cramps, headaches, or vivid bad dreams. Some days it feels like being on a roller coaster at breakneck speed and the operator has gone off for an extended lunch break.
Yesterday, thanks to help from a friend, I picked up three RX meds at CVS and one roll of gauze for my afflicted hands. That was yesterday. Today I find myself in need of more Imodium, another roll of gauze, and a small amount of groceries. I am desperately craving a pre-cooked chicken from the grocery store, which more often than not indicates that I need comfort food, which that bird is for some damn reason. And I remain immensely troubled over how I’m going to get to the doctor this month without my co-pay in hand.
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Thank you and God bless …