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"Bluer than velvet was the night."

Well, I tried. I made it three days, three nights. Whichever. Last night, ill and wiped out from lack of sleep, I broke down and took the Seroquel. The fog is back. But I was unable to work at all yesterday, and I'm out of time on this script, and I'm only five pages in, so....

This is how it is. For now. I slept close to eight hours last night.

The tree outside my window is still green, as the rest of the world slips into late autumn. The day is warmish out there, 71˚F, but there's rain of the way, and there's snow possible on Sunday.

I'm so not ready for this.

The good news? My blood work came back clean. "Looks good!" with a goddamn star next to that. My triglycerides are a little high, but that's likely a side effect of the Seroquel.

Watching the Skies,
Aunt Beast


Oct. 30th, 2014 03:38 am (UTC)
I have no fucking idea
So I shared my story. Oxycodone is part of my life. Here is my question: What do you do when your chemical help is gone? No secret reserve stash. (I have avoided running out of weed by careful planning, maintaining connections, and always- ALWAYS- having a secret last-ditch stash). No out-of-state pharmacy waiting. No friends with spare handfuls of respite. Gone. And you are just you.

I do not like thinking of that.