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Bluelighter
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It's a very irresponsible doctor does that, but I've had it happen, hell when I was cut off.I just really do not want to be ripped off all my medications at once ya know?
It would torture me to death.
If they hadn't done that then I might not have my extra little habit now, but that is my choice, not a doctor's choice or even a sensible choice.
I'm not even sure it really is a choice or why I choose it.
The only other times I've been this happy were when I drank all the time (in good company) or when I'd children to look after and was sober.
Or when I lived in England, I liked it there and was happy even though I didn't know where to get much of anything and was usually drug free by default, the rent was eyewateringly high too, couldn't afford shit.
Hahaha, just flustered my husband well for the day, lol, wrong thread for details, lol.
But I never been this sick overall before this year, if I wasn't scared they'd keep me in I'd have been more than a couple of times to the hospital.
If I stayed in hospital they might catch me out and then there'd be none of them trusting me again.
I guess happy and ill beats miserable and ill.
I hope people don't get too fed up with me being on the tapering thread when I'm the worst at tapering ever, I like it here and someday I'll work it out.
I spent most of my adult life sober, but from 12 to 24 I wasn't, I was a mess so my stepdad kicked me out at 16, he got my mum to do it, she hadn't liked when he threw out her only other kid without warning two years before me at 17, so I knew it was coming, didn't matter, I'd no future, I fully expected to die before 25, I was always weaker, thinner, more tired, instead at 23 or 24 I met my husband who (after I agreed) simply picked me up and carried me home in his arms, not on his back, to his home, he was very drunk, but he kept me and I got clean after a while and the first thing clean me tried was suicide, yeah, happy ever after. It sticks in my mind as a warning, leaves me not wanting to go through all that again only to feel so shit I'll think it's no longer worth living life.
He's still looking after me close to thirty years later, still calls me beautiful, lol, in withdrawal I'm certainly not!
It sounds like an excuse, I can't manage otherwise, again.
Seems somehow those early years got hardwired into my brain, like the way people who smoked cigs a lot as kids can't give up.
I don't regret a thing, it kept me going through hard times, one day i'll only need proper meds and weed, whenever that day will be.
If they find me out I'm asking to be switched from buprenorphine to methadone, bupe just isn't enough on it's own and makes me sweat buckets too.