Banished to the Cold Room
The day I was able to actually eat something without puking it back up was the happiest day in my life. Kind of sick, but true.
In my 16 day anvil smash of cold turkey withdrawl I lost 26 lbs. Nice way to diet, maybe the makers of methadone can use me as a testimonial for their new diet method. All told I entered the hospital at a heafty 280 lbs and had come down to 205 at the end of my withdrawl insanity, im always looking on the bright side I know.
Once I started eating again, they seemed to be a little happier with me and told me there was a room opening up with noone else in it. Desperately wanting to get away from the screaming spanish-channel-watching pole I said, YES PLEASE!
Of course this turned out to be another trick, as this room had no heat and no television. So I spent the last week in quiet solitude doing absoluetly nothing but staring at the clock tick away and shivering. Of course I ranted about it to the nurses but they didn’t give a shit. I was getting out so soon coupled with the fact I wasn’t detoxing anymore, I decided to just tough it out.
That is something easier said than done, and it is a little torture in itself to be stuck in a bed in a freezing room with no television or any other way to entertain yourself for a whole week. On the scale it doesn’t really rate that high, but still try sitting quietly in a freezing room with nothing to do for 1 hour, a week is exactly 168 times worse…
BUT I GUESS I SHOULD JUST BE HAPPY NOONE IS ACTIVELY TRYING TO HARM ME!
In my 16 day anvil smash of cold turkey withdrawl I lost 26 lbs. Nice way to diet, maybe the makers of methadone can use me as a testimonial for their new diet method. All told I entered the hospital at a heafty 280 lbs and had come down to 205 at the end of my withdrawl insanity, im always looking on the bright side I know.
Once I started eating again, they seemed to be a little happier with me and told me there was a room opening up with noone else in it. Desperately wanting to get away from the screaming spanish-channel-watching pole I said, YES PLEASE!
Of course this turned out to be another trick, as this room had no heat and no television. So I spent the last week in quiet solitude doing absoluetly nothing but staring at the clock tick away and shivering. Of course I ranted about it to the nurses but they didn’t give a shit. I was getting out so soon coupled with the fact I wasn’t detoxing anymore, I decided to just tough it out.
That is something easier said than done, and it is a little torture in itself to be stuck in a bed in a freezing room with no television or any other way to entertain yourself for a whole week. On the scale it doesn’t really rate that high, but still try sitting quietly in a freezing room with nothing to do for 1 hour, a week is exactly 168 times worse…
BUT I GUESS I SHOULD JUST BE HAPPY NOONE IS ACTIVELY TRYING TO HARM ME!