Anxious, yet mildly euphoric.
I know that was more than one word, sorry, but there's no other way to describe it haha. Currently going through Sub withdrawals because my Doc cut off my script... I'm anxious about seeing him today and the possibility that he won't give me anymore Sub... or worse, that he won't give me the drugs I need (clonodine and Trams) to combat the withdrawals.
Mildly euphoric, because I DO have a few Trams left and took one about an hour ago + a small crumb of Sub... so I'm riding a very small opiate high at the moment. Very, very small, but my mind actually feels somewhat happier than it has in a long time.