This actually started my entry for September 19.

I’ve been going on about the drug I was prescribed for my horrific pain—that, and extra-strength pain killers, with codeine—didn’t do anything. It wasn’t until the outdoor pool opened and i started swimming again— twice a day—that the pain began to recede. Not that I wasn’t in some discomfort but I can handle it. (I don’t scream any more but I do groan.) I asked about stopping the drug and was lightly told that I could be addicted for life. NO!!!

I went to a pain clinic (called a Painless Clinic) and the doctor there gave me a withdrawal program to be attempted over 5 or 6 weeks. Well, withdrawal is right. Not as severe as I’m sure it must be when dealing with alcohol or heroin addiction, but the word fits. I have just finished two weeks of omitting the drug every other night. Now I am skipping two nights between pills, four so far. Well, I had read that withdrawal symptoms included drowsiness, dizziness, palpitations and depression. Yup. Not great. But today (and after an afternoon spent at the hospital with Matt), I was a screaming bitch today, chewing nails and Matt. I don’t hit him but I yell a lot.

LATER: (September 20)

That’s when my battery cut out and I went to bed. This morning I swam in the (cold) pool and then Matt and I worked at sorting and arranging and making room for his fall and winter clothes. (His counsellor brought them over. I fear we may have a Christmas tree here.) I had to use some of my Bankers’ Boxes (for the files) for drawers for him. But everything is clean (lots of washing) and sorted and the summer stuff is in the locker. I should do so much for myself. Next week I’ll switch to the winter duvet and flannelette sheets. We carried the rest of my files from his office into into my bedroom to finish. Will I ever?

This is not a blog it’s a bleat.