@Zopiclone bandit you have a really good point there. Back when I was living in fully-active, nail down the furniture and hide the china kind of addiction, it would usually, almost always go like this.
I was prescribed Pregabalin because that's what I was after and they were happy to give it at detox. This began years of prescriptions. Eventually (two weeks) I was taking 300mg Pregabalin per day. I would excitedly pick up my prescription, ready to put my lessons from the past into good use. I'd take only the prescribed amount.... maybe a few extras, but what the hell?
I'd wake up the next day and call that "one of those days". Come 0n, I've got work and shit, I need it. 800mg
Day 3 900mg, not really feeling much? Come on, I've got work and shit, I need it and I can get more (no I can't, addict mind) 1400mg total that day.
Day 4 I might end up taking 1800mg Pregabalin. This would give me a feeling %30 or so what my original 600mg Pregabalin did.
Day 5 I start taking 3,000mg at once in the morning. I am feeling about 20% of that first 600mg dosage
I continue taking 10 300mg Pregabalin every day until I run out of medication. At this point, it is "there" but it is not truly perceptible. I'm just desperate for the high. I run out of Pregabalin, I don't want to do the math, within 7-8 days at the most.
I would look at those last 10 capsules in my bottle with fear. I knew, if I played my cards right, if I gave it the
@Keif' Richards detox special, I could make something work. I would pace back and forth, have the capsules in my hand, put them back in the bottle... weird fetish shit. Then, I finally put them back in and screwed the top on. I got ready and felt very proud of myself.
On the way out the door, I said "fuck it, this world hates me, is against me, is always trying to keep me down, well take this you fuck, Ryan has the power now". That is my experience with that stuff when you're not in control.