I’ve been trying to keep myself as busy as possible, and I’ve been doing a pretty damn good job.

I haven’t taken any Methadone in 10 days. Today is Day 11. I ran out of the other pain killers I was given a few days ago, so I’m on day 3 or 4 of no pain killers at all. I’m still in terrible pain and the withdrawals are terrible – I’ve been crawling out of my skin, horrible migraine, chills and hot flashes and sweating and puking and everything horrible.

I spent a couple days in bed before Lover was finally able to find me Suboxone, and I’ve been taking that for the last couple days. I feel a lot better – It’s like a breath of fresh air; It’s the only thing that’s been able to keep me going over the past few days. My brain is a lot clearer, I feel less zombie-like, and I’ve been super into creating things.

I started a new painting yesterday that I’m going to give Lover for his birthday — It’s a Super Mario Brothers theme, and so far it’s really freaking cool. I can’t wait to finish it. It’s perfect timing; Everyone says these withdrawals are going to take about two weeks, and I have like, 8 days left to finish the painting.

Hopefully by the time it’s finished, I’ll be done with withdrawals and my ankle will be healed enough to be able to tolerate the pain better — Or maybe it’ll even be gone! (Yea right). Not having anything for the pain is awful. I don’t know what to do anymore.