And I'm not talking about the Turkey after the Canadians Thanksgiving recently!!
Ok this is a learn from my experience moment. After being on painekillers for a month I finnally had a spinal epidural which did wonders for my back. So I quit taking them, and I had none left the day after the epidural anyways.
Day1 cold Turkey: Got a fever, my stomach hurts bad. In my mind I am thinking surley I have must have contracted spinal meningitis from the procedure, I call the doctor and he assures me this is normal.
Day 2: Fell like I have the flu all day
Day 3: Feel like I want to puke all day but can't. Just want to make it through work. Go home, make dinner, and puke. Feeling better that I have puked, the I continue to do so 2 more times. I then think I have an ulcer from all the meds I have been on, it makes perfect sense to me. I take some pepcid, and want my mommy.
Day 4: I feel like Hell and just want to stay in bed, but get up and go to work in a daze. I can't stop sweating. My son does not call me when school gets out. I get home and his backpack is not there, after calling all his friends and searching the neighborhood, am about ready to call the police. I forget my son has Science club after school, and pick him up 2 1/2 hours late.
Day 5: I talk to the medical insurance company on the phone asking them why it is going to cost me $1000.00 for an injection. I ream her out, then go in the bathroom at my work and cry for 1/2 hour just because I'm so petrified of going backinto the state of pain I was in before if I don't get the shot. Then I become the EXorsist child. Every thing is getting on my nerves. "IF ANOTHER FUCKING PERSON STEPS ANOTHER FUCKING FOOT INTO MY OFFICE I WILL KILL THEM, YOU GOT IT??" I yell at my most hated co-worker. I look at a bookeeping statement 10 times. Each time I read it I cannot retain it. It's driving me batty.
I leave the office and go into my car praying and smoking. (That's just all wrong in and of itself) Dear God, WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?? I am like the schizophrenic PMS'd crazed lunatic.
Finnally it Dawns on me, I have an a moment to myself and realized I am not really crazy after all...I am simply going through withdrawls. Ah ha. The light bulb goes off and I have my own Intervention in my car...must get help before I get fired and run over the next person who pisses me off.
My doc was sooooo coool. "Whats up Heidi" he says
"I'm a druggie" I say in return and we both laugh.
So I get some more drugs to help me through the drugs I was on so I don't kill my family. Great.