I didn't expect my feet to be the worst part of my detox. I was pretty sure it was gonna be the depression, maybe the diarrhea. I would've expected fatigue, insomnia, but none of this has been the slightest issue.
It's my Damn feet and this job fucking sucks without pain pills. I just popped two motrin but its not helping yet. You plan out your method of quitting: "I'll probably go through x and y. I'll taper this way. It'll be nice to be at work to keep my mind busy." Nope. I just want to lay around all day popping xanax, smoking weed. If I didn't need money right now I'd puke and go home @ lunch.
Instead I'm sitting in the warm warehouse typing my bluelight blog entry for today on my cell phone.
It's my Damn feet and this job fucking sucks without pain pills. I just popped two motrin but its not helping yet. You plan out your method of quitting: "I'll probably go through x and y. I'll taper this way. It'll be nice to be at work to keep my mind busy." Nope. I just want to lay around all day popping xanax, smoking weed. If I didn't need money right now I'd puke and go home @ lunch.
Instead I'm sitting in the warm warehouse typing my bluelight blog entry for today on my cell phone.
