I used to do 3/16ths of blow every other Friday am - Sunday pm with my boyfriend and then my husband for close to 10 years. That’s 3

s! I quit without any issues. I don’t have problems now unless someone offers me blow or I run into my old dealer (I did about 2 years ago). I am longing to have some blow-minded sex now. How fab it sounds!
I quit Benzos cold turkey in November 2019 after accidentally mistaking the bag they were in for trash. The garbage men had already emptied the bins before I could rescue them. I was on 2.5mg/daily.
I don’t seem to be able to fully handle the pain that’s caused me to get prescribed Oxys. I take Oxy holidays though. I don’t tell my doctor. I don’t see myself quitting Oxys until he gets busted by the Feds, on who’s radar I’m quite sure he prominently sits. I imagine I’d go on subs then or I’d find another pain doc that lived less conspicuously.
I started drinking, and I mean to say beyond 2 glasses of wine with dinner on weekends, about a year ago after losing my job due to COVID. Quitting this seems to be difficult. Plus, I eat way less when I drink and as long as I stay OFF Tequila, which I’ve been off for at least 10 weeks, I seem able to handle shit. I’m on my 4th glass of Charddie now and I’m fine.
I’m back on Klonopin due to a social life setback, and I have no desire to quit taking this, at this point. I will simply find a friend of my dad’s to get me the benzos I want if my doc cuts me off.
I’m no chemist but I graduated with honors with a Microbiology degree and I know mixing opioids, benzos and etoh is not a wise plan. My dad was a psychiatrist that committed suicide using this very combo. I never learned how much Vicodin (weak!) or alcohol he used, but he took 18mg of Ativan with those, in addition to an unknown quantity of Ambien. He most certainly just fell asleep. I found him and there was no sign of aspiration or end of life trauma/discomfort. It was a great way to go and I will follow in his steps when life becomes unbearable due to aging factors and/or disease. I think he’d been depressed about a recent Plastic Surgery that he thought made him look weird, too. He was both a manipulative and vain man. All my bad habits were 100% learned/experienced with him.
BTW, I’m not depressed, I’m simply pragmatic. We often live longer than our body can physically take. He was sharp as a tack but had a shit ton of health issues due to a life of daily polysubstance abuse, smoking (many things) and heavy binge alcoholism. He’d had 3 cancers by age 70!