I’m getting there…

Back again and the day is not over. First,I have to explain why I was - am- free at last. Yesterday was my third in a series of two days free of my used-to-be nightly drug for pain.( It didn’t do much except trap me into a habit.) I started the weaning process with every other day off the pill, noting the withdrawal symptoms. Two weeks later I graduated to two days off, one day on. That was three weeks ago. Then my pain(less) doctor suggested I quit so two nights ago, I skipped the nightly pill, last night as well. I felt so FREE yesterday; that’s the reason for my lead.

I always tend to overdo it. Today I overdid. I have been trying to walk more, little by little.Today I walked to the off-leash park and then showed Matt a little path outside it that led down to the highway to a trail leading to the old Brickworks. That little path is known as Milkman’s Road and we didn’t go all the way, turning back very shortly. But then I had to get home—exhausted. Matt woke me from my 30-minute afternoon nap as he does. I shut my eyes again and slept on, and on. Oh dear.

I lost the day, and you. It makes me nervous. Is this more of my withdrawal?

Sorry.