Detox Redux

Ugh, I feel like butt. Trying to ween myself off these stupid crazy pills because they're not doing their job. I'm not giving up on meds completely, yet, but this one just ain't cuttin the mustard. I refuse to put chemicals in my body for no good reason.

So yesterday I didn't take any. I've only been taking one a day (supposed to take 2) for a couple weeks now. So when I didn't take one at all yesterday, I still felt pretty good. I figured I did it right and beat the detox. But today I woke up and felt like the bottom of a hobo's shoe. Unreal that your body can get chemically dependent on a legal medication designed to help your mental state.

It got so bad that I popped one. I feel like I'm back in high school, trying to kick the habit, but when the shakes set in I panic, and do a couple of lines to stabilize. Only this time it's all legal. What is this shit doing to my body? To my brain?

I'm feeling somewhat better now, but my head is still a bit spacy and my stomach a little sick. Fun fun fun.

In other news, I'm supposed to go into the city tomorrow night for a World Horror Convention committee meeting. May get snowed out though. Then Sunday I'm supposed to go back into the city to see The Lion King on Broadway with my daughter, brother, and sister. I really hope we don't get snowed out of that. Kimi is really looking forward to it. God I hate snow. I need to move to southern California...or Jamaica. heh