papercuts
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I've said it many times Squeaky and I know you will likely reply again you don't want it, but it's my firm opinion that buprenorphine patches would kill your pain without the temptation of getting high that causes you to run out and suffer (that could only happen if you had zero tolerance, which is a fleeting moment in any junkie's life that doesn't return often, not even with your stop start approach, sorry, lol).For me, it came down to a ‘quality of life’ question. Initially, the pain killers made life better. A lot better. I could sleep. I could work. Before the pills, I couldn’t even go through the grocery store without a shopping cart to use as a crutch. And the pills gave me most of that back.
When the first prescription stopped helping, my Dr increased the dose, and later increased it again and again. Each increase got me back most of my life. But eventually I was only maintaining basically the same quality of life that I had before pills. When I ran out it was horrible, so much worse than before the pills. I told myself that this would be my life forever.
Now that I’m going 90% of my days without them, I get to compare. Thinking about when I can have more pills, suffering through wd, falling asleep during dinner, $$ for doctors, missing work, insomnia, NOT being present ever…. it’s not a better life than dealing with my pain. There’s soooo many negatives that the pills have brought me.
I still hurt every day. Some days are unbearable. The pills fix that problem, and they fix a few ‘other’ problems. So it’s easy to see why I still get my prescription filled each month. But I’m finally doing the math on how many days I’m suffering from the pills vs how many days I suffer from the pain. It’s easy math. It’s too bad I can’t use them responsibly, but I clearly cannot.
The big hurdle for me is just pulling the trigger. It’s a security blanket. But it’s one that has holes, stains, and fleas. It doesn’t keep me warm anymore. It makes me stink. And I’m dropping fleas wherever I go.
My husband often tells me, "Papercuts, you have pain, you need this."
At one time (thirty years ago) he thought the drugs would take me away from him and he hated them, now he sees it keeps me content and going nowhere. I like it here, so does he. I've been back a while now, raised my kids then got stoned for a few more years. This morning I take the long view and I know there is no comparing between being young and impulsive with being older and in pain.
However it is 10.30am and I've had some pods, now reaching for my weed pipe, just until I settle physically, rid myself of pain, more pain and nausea, then I can start work.
PS Still sticking to 18g a day, yesterday was difficult, nearly had me pretending I'd had none and starting again with another 18g, because I'd not done it the best, so best to start again, right? It hardly counts if I not done it right? Somehow I stopped myself.
Today will be my tenth day of under 20g after enjoying 30g+ over the holidays.
Not left the house this year yet, but I can go weeks or months as a partial recluse so long as I don't actually run out. I'm disabled, I get to work from home, noone is watching.
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