mclaughlinr1
Bluelighter
note: this report is not about abusing xanax. it is about how xanax gives me a break from my everlasting personality disorder.
during the morning of 4/20/06 i had been in class from 8-12, awaiting the afternoon so i could meet up with my buddies at the beach to celebrate; it was a beautiful day out here in charleston, sc.
well the day before my doctor referred me to one of his associates. i was supposed to make this appointment as soon as possible. so i called after classes and they told me to show up in thirty minutes.
this appointment is about my anxiety, which [i believe] is driven by also having obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD). fyi, no, it is not anything similar to obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), just in case anyone was wondering.
i was prescribed xanax, starting off with a small dosage of 0.5mg, which is supposed to last me a week, until i go to deliver my report. i am supposed to take these three times a day and get a refill/talk about if i need more on my next visit.
after taking only one 0.5mg pill, i feel calm (in a way that i feel i always should) and my OCPD symptoms are gone.
friday, 2/21/06 - i take a xanax in the morning and go pick up my girlfriend. i don't even realize that this pill is having an effect on me.
this is also the day i planned on telling my girlfriend that i take illicit drugs. we were hanging out at this small rave and she very nicely said she did not feel like going to the after party, so i just took her home. i dropped her off, whatever, next day i call her up...
she is not happy and i begin to explain what i think is important... i tell her all abuot how i used to be straight edge, never touched a thing; i tell her that i only started using illicit drugs after an emtensive amount of research... well this is my OCPD, trying to make her understand EVERYTHING that i do. i know this sounds like a typical male triat, but trust me it is worse in my case (more than a few girls have less than delightfully informed me).
at the end of this phone call (4/22/06) i am pissed. i actually just hung up the phone because i couldn't take her rambling about holes in your brain.. typical lines on nonsense.
that last xanax naturally was Long gone before this argument. i layed around in my room, listening to some music, then decided to take my medication. after about 45 minutes i felt like i could now talk to her... i waited though. later that night, i had taken another xanax and after thirty minutes called my girlfriend.
i noticed in five minutes about the way i was acting and said it was similar to the way i was when i had first picked her up the day prior. keep in mind she probably had me and drugs connected in her mind as best friends so i'm sure she was paying extra attention.
i told her about my new prescription and in a differnt way (probably the way most of you) explained my history with illicit drugs.
for me, xanax is a trip down the normal road of life, and it's wonderful. i am now working on a long-term helping aid for my OCPD, but i just thought some of you guys might want to hear about another one of us who have been possitively affected by drugs.
i know this wasn't crazy, so probably uninteresting for some, but i'll add in that on thursday night me and my two rommates ate 2.5mg's a piece and we only remember eating them, and then waking up the next morning with taco bell wrappers all across the floor. and i am only for sure we ate them because i flossed to check
during the morning of 4/20/06 i had been in class from 8-12, awaiting the afternoon so i could meet up with my buddies at the beach to celebrate; it was a beautiful day out here in charleston, sc.
well the day before my doctor referred me to one of his associates. i was supposed to make this appointment as soon as possible. so i called after classes and they told me to show up in thirty minutes.
this appointment is about my anxiety, which [i believe] is driven by also having obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD). fyi, no, it is not anything similar to obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), just in case anyone was wondering.
i was prescribed xanax, starting off with a small dosage of 0.5mg, which is supposed to last me a week, until i go to deliver my report. i am supposed to take these three times a day and get a refill/talk about if i need more on my next visit.
after taking only one 0.5mg pill, i feel calm (in a way that i feel i always should) and my OCPD symptoms are gone.
friday, 2/21/06 - i take a xanax in the morning and go pick up my girlfriend. i don't even realize that this pill is having an effect on me.
this is also the day i planned on telling my girlfriend that i take illicit drugs. we were hanging out at this small rave and she very nicely said she did not feel like going to the after party, so i just took her home. i dropped her off, whatever, next day i call her up...
she is not happy and i begin to explain what i think is important... i tell her all abuot how i used to be straight edge, never touched a thing; i tell her that i only started using illicit drugs after an emtensive amount of research... well this is my OCPD, trying to make her understand EVERYTHING that i do. i know this sounds like a typical male triat, but trust me it is worse in my case (more than a few girls have less than delightfully informed me).
at the end of this phone call (4/22/06) i am pissed. i actually just hung up the phone because i couldn't take her rambling about holes in your brain.. typical lines on nonsense.
that last xanax naturally was Long gone before this argument. i layed around in my room, listening to some music, then decided to take my medication. after about 45 minutes i felt like i could now talk to her... i waited though. later that night, i had taken another xanax and after thirty minutes called my girlfriend.
i noticed in five minutes about the way i was acting and said it was similar to the way i was when i had first picked her up the day prior. keep in mind she probably had me and drugs connected in her mind as best friends so i'm sure she was paying extra attention.
i told her about my new prescription and in a differnt way (probably the way most of you) explained my history with illicit drugs.
for me, xanax is a trip down the normal road of life, and it's wonderful. i am now working on a long-term helping aid for my OCPD, but i just thought some of you guys might want to hear about another one of us who have been possitively affected by drugs.
i know this wasn't crazy, so probably uninteresting for some, but i'll add in that on thursday night me and my two rommates ate 2.5mg's a piece and we only remember eating them, and then waking up the next morning with taco bell wrappers all across the floor. and i am only for sure we ate them because i flossed to check


