Jack0trade
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**I ranted, the "bottom line" is at, conveniently, the bottom if you don't want to read all the BS in between. If relevant, I can cite it in the course of the discussion to better explain my reasoning or...whatever. However, reading part of the post may give you a better idea of where I'm at and possibly, what I need.**
Hi,
I have a prescription for 1mg clonazepam (3 times a day) w/ 3 refills left but the it can't be filled again until October 2nd. I normally make the 30 day mark but this last month has been a bad one. My mother had an operation that appears to have gone badly, and I've been staying with her to help her out. I love my mom but she's a cranky lady and her being in horrid pain doesn't help as you can imagine. On top of that I had a falling out with my brother, whom I'm very close to. When I say "falling out" I'm not sure that's appropriate since his last words were "never contact me again." It's one of the few times a broken relationship has hurt so much as to cause recurring dreams and nightmares, I'm normally a loner and I'm just fine with it. But we were real close. For the next week my stomach was in a knot and I couldn't eat. One way I know I can make myself hungry is with my prescription. If I take more than prescribed, that is.
Their are OTC concoctions that can ease me through until next Friday, I know from a past experience before I had my dosage bumped and was running out before refill time. And alcohol was something I parted with last year after it landed me in a hospital a second time, for a week, leaving against doctor's wishes. But I was hitting hard liquor and pretty hard at that. After feeling the acute withdrawal the first time, I know how bad it can be without medical assistance but once I finally relented, after not being able to keep any food down, insomnia, constant discomfort and feeling like I was generally just going to die, I went to n ER. They got me in immediately and had me cured and on my way in a few hours. There were complications due to the immediate withdrawal that they corrected, but I think after a week of not drinking made the recovery much more swift. Second time around, I couldn't even give it 3 days. I had to call an ambulance. I thought I was having a heart attack. It was the Holiday season and the ER was packed so I had to wait hours to finally be seen. When I got to the back and was told to lay down, you'd think that'd be the beginning of the recovery but it wasn't. I laid back and had this insane feeling I can't even describe. Extreme light headedness where i felt I could feel myself losing consciousness and I freaked out. I thought I was going to die. No amount of ambien seemed to settle me down for the first night, but after I was stabilized I was moved to a room with a guy far worse off than I was and proceeded to get my strength back. The reason they didn't want me to leave was because whenever i fell asleep, I wasn't breathing properly. I know that's an emergency to them but to me, dying in my sleep is a life ambition. A possible false presumption that i would be a peaceful way to go and at that point, I really didn't care either way.
So I got out, swore off alcohol and haven't touched it since the day I checked into the ER. I've been treating it like rat poison. Even beers I LOVE, like Guinness, I haven't touched.
But in the worst case scenario I'm facing here, I'll be out of pills 5 days before refill time. I'd like to just sleep those days away, something I know alcohol won't let me do. Little cat naps interrupted by the alcohol level reducing in my blood stream, leading to needing more to get by. This is binging and it's a dangerous thing, I realize that. And it always seems like after I drink, pills don't work or make things worse until the alcohol is completely out of my system. My prescription ESPECIALLY, which I suppose makes sense due to their similar properties and effects on the brain.
But what if lets say this coming Sunday or Monday, football days, I got a case of light beer and waited fro any lingering effects to wear off before indulging again. And of course, I'd wait until the benzo was completely expunged from my system before taking the first drink. And then the day before the refill, I'd wait 10 hours before taking my first dose. Would this be a good management to either avoid completely, or at least lessen the withdrawal symptoms from the K-Pins? Or is this a really, really bad idea? I've become terrified of alcohol since my last hospital stay but desperate times... and with nothing and no one to lose, except my mother which is a reality I'll have to deal with sooner than later, it makes it even easier for me to take that chance. Yhis is tl;dr material on most forums so I'll cut it "short" here and await some replies. I have thin skin normally but this last flling out, the thngs said, I've become numb to harsh criticism so fire away if you feel you must. I've finally gotten over my sadness over the falling out and turned it to rage, because we don't live in a black/white world and it's not like he hasn't done or said things I should deem unforgivable, either. I'm not even sure if he had a change of heart and came back to make amends with me, if I'd be open to it. Brothers fight the worst, he took a swipe at my throat and I took one at his. He has a family now which he uses as a shield to make himself appear as the white knight in all of this and I'm the guy with no real desire to even bother making friends at my age, let alone grovel to a little brother who's sins and wrong doings may even outdo my own. I can do without our entire species. They drain me. The only one left is my mom and her life expectancy is up in the air now. That will be the last loss to to make me weep. Everyone else can go their own way.
So, bottom line, if managed correctly, can beer compensate for a lack of benzos and help me through it? I should note i've been on these pills for 4 years so...yeah. It can get bad. Also, there are physical reasons to take them, as well. Probably caused by the drug itself, being taken long term, but that's spilled milk at this point.
Sorry for the rant. I anxiously await a reply. Thank you.
Hi,
I have a prescription for 1mg clonazepam (3 times a day) w/ 3 refills left but the it can't be filled again until October 2nd. I normally make the 30 day mark but this last month has been a bad one. My mother had an operation that appears to have gone badly, and I've been staying with her to help her out. I love my mom but she's a cranky lady and her being in horrid pain doesn't help as you can imagine. On top of that I had a falling out with my brother, whom I'm very close to. When I say "falling out" I'm not sure that's appropriate since his last words were "never contact me again." It's one of the few times a broken relationship has hurt so much as to cause recurring dreams and nightmares, I'm normally a loner and I'm just fine with it. But we were real close. For the next week my stomach was in a knot and I couldn't eat. One way I know I can make myself hungry is with my prescription. If I take more than prescribed, that is.
Their are OTC concoctions that can ease me through until next Friday, I know from a past experience before I had my dosage bumped and was running out before refill time. And alcohol was something I parted with last year after it landed me in a hospital a second time, for a week, leaving against doctor's wishes. But I was hitting hard liquor and pretty hard at that. After feeling the acute withdrawal the first time, I know how bad it can be without medical assistance but once I finally relented, after not being able to keep any food down, insomnia, constant discomfort and feeling like I was generally just going to die, I went to n ER. They got me in immediately and had me cured and on my way in a few hours. There were complications due to the immediate withdrawal that they corrected, but I think after a week of not drinking made the recovery much more swift. Second time around, I couldn't even give it 3 days. I had to call an ambulance. I thought I was having a heart attack. It was the Holiday season and the ER was packed so I had to wait hours to finally be seen. When I got to the back and was told to lay down, you'd think that'd be the beginning of the recovery but it wasn't. I laid back and had this insane feeling I can't even describe. Extreme light headedness where i felt I could feel myself losing consciousness and I freaked out. I thought I was going to die. No amount of ambien seemed to settle me down for the first night, but after I was stabilized I was moved to a room with a guy far worse off than I was and proceeded to get my strength back. The reason they didn't want me to leave was because whenever i fell asleep, I wasn't breathing properly. I know that's an emergency to them but to me, dying in my sleep is a life ambition. A possible false presumption that i would be a peaceful way to go and at that point, I really didn't care either way.
So I got out, swore off alcohol and haven't touched it since the day I checked into the ER. I've been treating it like rat poison. Even beers I LOVE, like Guinness, I haven't touched.
But in the worst case scenario I'm facing here, I'll be out of pills 5 days before refill time. I'd like to just sleep those days away, something I know alcohol won't let me do. Little cat naps interrupted by the alcohol level reducing in my blood stream, leading to needing more to get by. This is binging and it's a dangerous thing, I realize that. And it always seems like after I drink, pills don't work or make things worse until the alcohol is completely out of my system. My prescription ESPECIALLY, which I suppose makes sense due to their similar properties and effects on the brain.
But what if lets say this coming Sunday or Monday, football days, I got a case of light beer and waited fro any lingering effects to wear off before indulging again. And of course, I'd wait until the benzo was completely expunged from my system before taking the first drink. And then the day before the refill, I'd wait 10 hours before taking my first dose. Would this be a good management to either avoid completely, or at least lessen the withdrawal symptoms from the K-Pins? Or is this a really, really bad idea? I've become terrified of alcohol since my last hospital stay but desperate times... and with nothing and no one to lose, except my mother which is a reality I'll have to deal with sooner than later, it makes it even easier for me to take that chance. Yhis is tl;dr material on most forums so I'll cut it "short" here and await some replies. I have thin skin normally but this last flling out, the thngs said, I've become numb to harsh criticism so fire away if you feel you must. I've finally gotten over my sadness over the falling out and turned it to rage, because we don't live in a black/white world and it's not like he hasn't done or said things I should deem unforgivable, either. I'm not even sure if he had a change of heart and came back to make amends with me, if I'd be open to it. Brothers fight the worst, he took a swipe at my throat and I took one at his. He has a family now which he uses as a shield to make himself appear as the white knight in all of this and I'm the guy with no real desire to even bother making friends at my age, let alone grovel to a little brother who's sins and wrong doings may even outdo my own. I can do without our entire species. They drain me. The only one left is my mom and her life expectancy is up in the air now. That will be the last loss to to make me weep. Everyone else can go their own way.
So, bottom line, if managed correctly, can beer compensate for a lack of benzos and help me through it? I should note i've been on these pills for 4 years so...yeah. It can get bad. Also, there are physical reasons to take them, as well. Probably caused by the drug itself, being taken long term, but that's spilled milk at this point.
Sorry for the rant. I anxiously await a reply. Thank you.