Went to the chiro last night and I'm feeling loads better.
Yesterday marks the one-year anniversary that I've been off the opiates. Yes, I was prescribed them for my reconstructive knee surgery and they certainly have a time and place, but they are still very physically and emotionally addictive. There is not a high without a low. There is not an up without a down.
I weaned off of them myself then just got rid of them without looking back. I was on them for seventeen months. I usually quit stuff cold turkey, but with these suckers, I weaned. I would recommend that method for anybody going through that sort of a thing.
Now, for most people, pain killers are a non-issue, but somebody who has a history of substance abuse needs to be careful. I used to smoke so much pot that I couldn't even get high anymore. I was doing about an ounce a week of the strong stuff. I ate carbs 'til I passed out, sick, eating myself to a morbidly obese 306 lbs. Alcohol was never really a problem for me, but I could see how it could quickly become one, based on my history.
I have all four wisdom teeth coming out on Friday, February 7th and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little afraid of "needing" the pain meds again. But this is just one bad weekend, one bottle. Nothing like last time when I had my femur sawed in two.
Addiction is a bitch and besides caffeine, I'm essentially habit-free. Well, unless you count hugging on my dogs. That is one addiction I refuse to give up.
Yesterday's Eats:
- Four eggs
- Two bacon-wrapped cheese-filled hot dogs with mayo & mustard
- SF jello
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