2005-03-04 - 8:36 a.m.
Withdrawal, day four
I'm detoxing. Ignore anything I say. I have the suggar DTs. Any minute now, I'm expecting to be overwhelmed by little pink marshmallow monsters. I can hear them giggling behind the file cabinets. Seriously - coming off sugar is almost as bad as coming off a drug (I know this, because the various painkillers I have tried over the years have had some pretty yucky withdrawal symptoms.) (Especially the Ultram. Whoo, boy.) I feel antsy, restless, anxious, tired, sick, and achy all at the same time. My painkiller isn't working as well (and I'm only taking half-pills), and everything hurts. How long can I keep whining before everyone stops reading this, I wonder? Heh. No, I'm going to beat this - The demon Sugar will hold no sway over me! I got no pies to hold me down/ To make me spin/ Or just fall down... I'm tough - I can handle this (especially with the muffin recipe that Deb was nice enough to send me...). Wait a minute. Is that a mint behind the computer? Excuse me...
Dorsal - Ventral
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