JustaChippa
Bluelighter
Back when I was a heavy user, I'd know w/d fun was on the horizon when I'd get this odd, "hollow", pins and needles feeling in my knees. My legs would feel like they were made of lead, and walking felt like I was dragging a bag of rocks attached to each leg.
Then, of course, the bowels would spring back to life, the harbinger which I would refer to as "the winds of change."
I'd have to pop lope so that I could get through the day, especially if I happened to be at work.
Interestingly, it was never all that bad if I new for sure I'd be picking up after work or having some treats delivered to me there. In those instances, I would be almost giddy, with a frantic nervous energy that made the witty quips come one after another. If not, I'd become very quiet. And, all I'd be able to think about was how and when I was going to obtain.
Then, of course, the bowels would spring back to life, the harbinger which I would refer to as "the winds of change."


Interestingly, it was never all that bad if I new for sure I'd be picking up after work or having some treats delivered to me there. In those instances, I would be almost giddy, with a frantic nervous energy that made the witty quips come one after another. If not, I'd become very quiet. And, all I'd be able to think about was how and when I was going to obtain.