I got weak yesterday and had to apply a narcotic patch. I was jittery. I cried at the drop of a hat, and for some reason the stars were against me, and every where I turned, there was something that caused the tears to flow. I don't get high from these patches, but I get some kind of relief from the jitters, the jumping out of my skin, and the pains of living. Today, after a long sleep and dreams of going to Las Vegas, I have woken up with my apathy back, calmed jitters, and my skin is sane. I can't remember when I changed the patch last time, but it had been over a week. Maybe that is a good sign.
Here's to a calm, happy weekend, every body!