Refill day..


I wonder if there is ever going to come a day where the addict in me isn’t made simply giddy by refilling and holding in my hot little hands a month’s worth of opiates.  Even Suboxone,  which is FAR from being my opiate of choice.  It just STILL feels like untold riches. Even though I have very little wiggle room to abuse my script now. Even though I’d feel sick if I chose to go overboard with adjusting my dosage, my inner addict is still chanting: refill refill REFILL ( to a conga line, Gloria Estefan type beat).  18 months in treatment and I still haven’t grown out of this. *sigh*  I don’t like thinking too hard about how this reflects upon my recovery.


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