I have a genetic condition which causes a lot of pain. I have sensible yet potent meds, i.e. benzos but not all the time, decent opiates but not oxy, then some nerve pain shizzle. And the helpful but no fun stuff like NSAIDs.
The holidays, whenever they might fall present me with two options:
Option A:
Continue my usual regimen and either not go to visit family or go but have my health define my trip. This option is likely to leave my wife in tears.
Option B:
Binge on my meds whilst away visiting family. This leads to my having a decent enough time but also to my family commenting on how well I am doing. Well yes . . . I am high as fuck on opiates benzos and ~gabas. I then return home, out of meds until I can get more (4-5 days). Ironically I have been caught doing this before and my wife went mental at me, although if I had missed the 3 weddings, various milestone birthday of friends, visits to family and of course every time the fat fuck in the red suit comes down the chimney.
I am currently in the second phase of Option B. I do not want to talk to my doctors about it for fear of being cut off then just being fucked all the time (not in the good way)
I have an optimistix exterior and do try very hard with the multitude of non medicinal things which can help. I am tired though and this exterior is fucking sad clown.
The holidays, whenever they might fall present me with two options:
Option A:
Continue my usual regimen and either not go to visit family or go but have my health define my trip. This option is likely to leave my wife in tears.
Option B:
Binge on my meds whilst away visiting family. This leads to my having a decent enough time but also to my family commenting on how well I am doing. Well yes . . . I am high as fuck on opiates benzos and ~gabas. I then return home, out of meds until I can get more (4-5 days). Ironically I have been caught doing this before and my wife went mental at me, although if I had missed the 3 weddings, various milestone birthday of friends, visits to family and of course every time the fat fuck in the red suit comes down the chimney.
I am currently in the second phase of Option B. I do not want to talk to my doctors about it for fear of being cut off then just being fucked all the time (not in the good way)
I have an optimistix exterior and do try very hard with the multitude of non medicinal things which can help. I am tired though and this exterior is fucking sad clown.
