It's been a rather few fucked up weeks for sure. First i caught the worst flu ive had in years, then i ran out of morphine, then ran out of dilaudid and i still have some lingering aspects of the fucking flu
. So between being sick from the flu and being dopesick i have not been a happy camper.
I am also tapering off my mood stabilizer in order to go on another one that is much cheaper. I am only doing this because i won't have insurance for awile when i move in the new year and there is simply no way i can afford the $70 a month for lamotrigine. Especially since i also take abunch of other meds for pain and to keep me from being a insane manic depressive mess. Tapering off the mood stabilizer is making me irritable and short tempered i think. Either that or it's just because it is now winter and i fucking hate winter.
Ive also noticed a increase in paranoia coming off lamotrigine and this is abit scary. It is one of the most unnerving aspects of having to deal with bipolar disorder or atleast the type i have. I think people are talking about me when they clearly arent and shit like that. I know all of this is fake though and is just my fucked up head messing with me.
I got my morphine script filled finally so atleast im set for that now. Good thing too as i actually needed it due to the fact that my nerve pain decided to flare right up. I spent 2 days in fucking agony with nothing but tramadol which of course did nothing at all. I really have to make a effort to not abuse my morphine script anymore as i actually do need this shit and as much as i like the high i hate the withdrawals worse. Not that the thought of suffering through withdrawals ever really stops anyone from abusing opiates
. Being high on opiates does make my life more bearable atleast somewhat.
The fact that im stuck here until the middle of january or longer does not lift my spirits because it seems like a lifetime away even though it's not very long at all. I can't fucking wait to get out of here and leave this place behind me and the memories of it to. To say im going stir crazy would be a major understatement. Nothing to do but try and keep high all day which may sound fun but in reality sucks. It's not for fun it's simply a futile effort to blot out the shit in my life.
Enough whining for now me thinks
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. So between being sick from the flu and being dopesick i have not been a happy camper. I am also tapering off my mood stabilizer in order to go on another one that is much cheaper. I am only doing this because i won't have insurance for awile when i move in the new year and there is simply no way i can afford the $70 a month for lamotrigine. Especially since i also take abunch of other meds for pain and to keep me from being a insane manic depressive mess. Tapering off the mood stabilizer is making me irritable and short tempered i think. Either that or it's just because it is now winter and i fucking hate winter.
Ive also noticed a increase in paranoia coming off lamotrigine and this is abit scary. It is one of the most unnerving aspects of having to deal with bipolar disorder or atleast the type i have. I think people are talking about me when they clearly arent and shit like that. I know all of this is fake though and is just my fucked up head messing with me.
I got my morphine script filled finally so atleast im set for that now. Good thing too as i actually needed it due to the fact that my nerve pain decided to flare right up. I spent 2 days in fucking agony with nothing but tramadol which of course did nothing at all. I really have to make a effort to not abuse my morphine script anymore as i actually do need this shit and as much as i like the high i hate the withdrawals worse. Not that the thought of suffering through withdrawals ever really stops anyone from abusing opiates
The fact that im stuck here until the middle of january or longer does not lift my spirits because it seems like a lifetime away even though it's not very long at all. I can't fucking wait to get out of here and leave this place behind me and the memories of it to. To say im going stir crazy would be a major understatement. Nothing to do but try and keep high all day which may sound fun but in reality sucks. It's not for fun it's simply a futile effort to blot out the shit in my life.
Enough whining for now me thinks
