101 days- I guess this makes me one of the "old farts" in the "got-sober" section 
I don't think about methadone at all anymore (except while I'm writing this). Thinking back, I remember those monthly visits the "pain clinic" where they required surprise urine tests to get the monthly prescription. How many of you (like me) would guzzle water to make sure you could pee, then by the time you get to the clinic 45 minutes later, you feel like you have to pee so bad you won't last another minute only to have the receptionist bark "sit down until I call your name" while slamming the glass partition shut. I remember seeing one lady sitting in the waiting room with her legs crossed so tight they looked like twist-ties. It was always such a relief to leave with an empty bladder (and a new prescription.
Remember all those warning labels they stuck on the pill bottles (like "Don't drive until you know how this medication will affect you" and they give the prescription to you in the drive-through window). I remember Cialis had the dumbest warning - 'If you have an erection for more than four hours, you should call a doctor.' Well, if I've got an erection for more than four hours, I'm going to call a hooker.
So what do I do with all my sober and bored time now: Y'all probably wondering right. I do have a great suggestion: If your ceiling fan can hold your weight, you won't ever be bored again. I play a lot of "Solitaire" too - a game that combines the charm of a pentagon briefing with the excitement of double-entry bookkeeping.
I suppose I could clean the house too. When it gets really messy, I tune to Hoarders. Then my house starts looking pretty good. In case someone wants to come over, I have sign on my front door that says "I Cleaned House Yesterday - Sorry You Missed It. Besides, a clean house is a sign of a bad internet connection.
You ever wonder why some people don't take their iPhones with them to the bathroom? It's because they don't want to give away their IP address
Dale

I don't think about methadone at all anymore (except while I'm writing this). Thinking back, I remember those monthly visits the "pain clinic" where they required surprise urine tests to get the monthly prescription. How many of you (like me) would guzzle water to make sure you could pee, then by the time you get to the clinic 45 minutes later, you feel like you have to pee so bad you won't last another minute only to have the receptionist bark "sit down until I call your name" while slamming the glass partition shut. I remember seeing one lady sitting in the waiting room with her legs crossed so tight they looked like twist-ties. It was always such a relief to leave with an empty bladder (and a new prescription.

Remember all those warning labels they stuck on the pill bottles (like "Don't drive until you know how this medication will affect you" and they give the prescription to you in the drive-through window). I remember Cialis had the dumbest warning - 'If you have an erection for more than four hours, you should call a doctor.' Well, if I've got an erection for more than four hours, I'm going to call a hooker.
So what do I do with all my sober and bored time now: Y'all probably wondering right. I do have a great suggestion: If your ceiling fan can hold your weight, you won't ever be bored again. I play a lot of "Solitaire" too - a game that combines the charm of a pentagon briefing with the excitement of double-entry bookkeeping.
I suppose I could clean the house too. When it gets really messy, I tune to Hoarders. Then my house starts looking pretty good. In case someone wants to come over, I have sign on my front door that says "I Cleaned House Yesterday - Sorry You Missed It. Besides, a clean house is a sign of a bad internet connection.
You ever wonder why some people don't take their iPhones with them to the bathroom? It's because they don't want to give away their IP address

