I'm 4 hours in. I just had lunch and it's not settling perfectly. I have pills for nausea that are supposed to be taken at 12 and 24 hours post poison.
Still pretty stoned from the ativan. I was having a good nap until Verizon Wireless decided to text me to let me know my bill was available online.
I think today is a lost day for a lost boy. Maybe I'll try to read.
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I can't think of a single thing to say. Anything that is appropriate, funny, or uplifting... or even relevant.
My dog is hyperventilating, I have to calm her down.
It's not a lost day. A difficult one, yes, uncomfortable, scary and generally sucky - but necessary to get you to where you want to be. And like any other bad day, it will be over, hour by hour and sometimes painfully minute by minute, but this too will be over soon and you'll be back to [as close to] normal [as you've always been]. You'll just have to trust me on this one. :)
If nothing else.. a whole hell of a lot of us are thinking about you.
Hang, brother.
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