Posts tagged ‘fear’

May 4, 2011

Interlude

I Can't Sleep!!

I know I said I would try to remain positive in this space, but I am just all out of positivity at this time. I also promised that my next post would bring my readers to where I am in my recovery now, but I am not in the mood to tell the rest of the story, so this is an interlude.

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April 22, 2011

The Beginning… Continued

How I feel somedays!

This post is going to focus on my steady decline after the most hellish night I have ever had. Read on…

Some night at the beginning of June I woke up drenched with sweat and shaking violently. I had an unavoidable need to vomit, but it hurt my head to just open my eyes.  At this time, I had no idea what was wrong with me, but I felt more horrible than I ever had. It wasn’t just the nausea, my body ached, my head ached and my back pain was excruciating. Soon, I realized I hadn’t taken a percocet since the previous evening and I was experience withdrawal for the first time, first  hand. I remember stumbling to the bathroom and flopping down on my knees, I didn’t have the capacity to contract my T.A.’s in order to protect my spine and get down properly. I hung my head over the toilet and vomited through my tears.

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April 20, 2011

The Back Story, or The Diagnosis

Back Pain

Welcome to my Blog! Hopefully you enjoy your time here, it is definitely my goal to make my blog inspiring, rather than depressing, so I can start thinking about my life in inspiring, rather than depressing, terms. It may be an old and un-flashy method of growing, but I still think that I need to change my thoughts and perspective before I can change my life or lifestyle. Enough of that for now, I would like to introduce you to the last couple of years of my life and in turn parts of me.

To set the stage, I went to college for two years right out of high school, and then to university for another three years full-time and another two years as a part-time student. So I was 23 and looking for a job, any job, so that I could pay off my massive school loans, or at least start behaving like a responsible adult with financial goals instead of a poor student. So I took a job as a manager of a pharmacy, thinking I would spend approximately two years here to help finance my boyfriends Master’s Degree. This was in June 2009.

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