well... I'm fucking pissed, but in the end I got what I wanted (heroin) just not under the circumstances I had planned.
I went to sign up for a three month methadone taper because after talking to several people IRL and on this site, I feel that perhaps I would benifit more from methadone than I do from buprenorphine, what with the once a day dosing, and the fact that I'm not going to be shooting it.
Anyway, I go in this morning and I was really starting to rattle. My body temperature was all fucked up, running nose, diarrhea, you guys know the deal. I spend an hour with this prissy counselor going over my embarrasingly long and extensive history of drug use, and then find out that I can't get medicated until the next day.
So I meet up with my mom, tell her the bad news, and she ends ups forking over money so I could get two bags of smack to stay straight till the morning... So yeah, I guess I really crave now that I had just gotten the fucking methadone, because that was a horrible experience..