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Yesterday, at about 11 PM, I woke up with more pain than usual. Spent most of the night crying, destroying my room, and screaming. Lots, and lots of screaming. Still getting used to my condition, and it got so bad I had to call my therapist at 2 AM.

We spent about two hours calming myself down, making sure I don't bite off my lip, and discussing the problem. You see, dear Constant Stranger, I had this accident a few months ago. And my therapist thought I was becoming dependent on the pain-killers. Spent about 12 hours detoxing before the pain really got to me. I even told her how horrible she is for taking away my meds. She kept relaxing me (God they are trained to make you feel better about anything.) and assuring me the process was normal.

Ch'yeah. Normal. My therpist's lofty nature can be so irritating. Least my sis helped me through the day. Detoxing's like PMS amplyfied. Anyone who has gone through this and not neafrly lost all sanity, I saulte thee. I feel better now. Just a little. Funny thing is, the pain is still there. Only diffrence is that I'm listening to Tupac, Johnny Cash, and June Carter. They help.