Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

[curlygirl7]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Rudy, Thanks for the offer, but I line in coastal northern new England, several hours away. So sweet of you to offer though. Murph, I'm thinking that when (and if ) I ever get my bac I should be able to ramp up quickly ? Maybe 30 mg /day? Also, how do you use the quote button?

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

curlygirl7;1143866 wrote: Rudy, Thanks for the offer, but I line in coastal northern new England, several hours away. So sweet of you to offer though. Murph, I'm thinking that when (and if ) I ever get my bac I should be able to ramp up quickly ? Maybe 30 mg /day? Also, how do you use the quote button?

30mg/day is eminently sensible and doable IMO.

Rather than hitting the 'Reply' button, hit the 'quote' button (at the bottom right of the post you want to quote) and that will appear in the window above where you write your stuff. If that doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll do some screen shots to demonstrate.

Now I've answered your question, you have to answer mine. How were you doing on 210 and how did that change when you went down to 80?

[RudyB]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

aww, darn, curly. i was hoping to meet my first baccer in person! i will be in coastal nh later this month, but i hope you'll have plenty of bac by then!

[LadyLush]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Murphy,

I don't know if your new avatar scares me or excites me


LL:h

[Ne/Neva Eva]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

I bet you can guess what I think of it.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

C'mon, all you girlies are secretly hankering after a good spankering.

[curlygirl7]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Murphyx;1143887 wrote: 30mg/day is eminently sensible and doable IMO.

Rather than hitting the 'Reply' button, hit the 'quote' button (at the bottom right of the post you want to quote) and that will appear in the window above where you write your stuff. If that doesn't make sense, let me know and I'll do some screen shots to demonstrate.

Now I've answered your question, you have to answer mine. How were you doing on 210 and how did that change when you went down to 80?

Aha! Brilliant! So happy I can quote now. I felt that I was very close to "the switch" at 210 mg. I think the only reason I drank at all is because I had a house full of company and everyone was drinking. With my dose much lower, I am drinking more. Can't wait to get my bac

Rudy, have fun in coastal N.H.... it is beautiful!:thanks:

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

That's fantastic news Curly. Fingers crossed your new supply arrives soon.

[Ne/Neva Eva]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Curly, Not because you asked, but because I think it might be worth something:
30mg/day is quite a bit of bac. Did you titrate up that quickly?
In addition to increasing the risk for SEs, there are some other factors that you might not have thought about. Those SEs could derail the entire effort. We've all seen it time and again. Even if you've had few, if any, so far. Even if, at one level everything is copacetic, at the next it could be VERY uncomfortable.
You also might find that you have a completely different response this time around. You might find that after all this time on bac, that you reach indifference at a lower level than before. Could be higher, too.

I'm excited for you that you were near indifference at 210mg. That's very exciting and promising.
If you get close to running out and have to think about going down again, I know of several people who would probably willing to help out. And I'm not actually being a shill when I point out that there is always Dr. L. You could have a script on Monday.

Hang tight, help is on the way!
Ne

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Curly, I have to completely disagree with Ne. If you are comfortable with your proposed titration, then just go with it. If you have any issues then just slow down or stop at that dose for a while.

[Ne/Neva Eva]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

hmmm. wanna check your email?

[bleep]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Hmmm. At the risk of incurring the wrath of Ne, I have to agree with Murphy. In fact, I'd do it slightly differently - I'd just go straight back to whatever dosing schedule you had going before at 210mg's, without bothering to titrate back there.

[curlygirl7]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Do you think your body has a memory of your previous bac dose? I agree with Ne regarding side effects and god knows I suffered enough of them titrating up. On the other hand, I don't want to start back at square one and take months to titrate back up. Bleep, your advice to go back up to 210 mg right away scared me to death, though it might be the right advice. If I did that I would have to have several days off from work to do the cognitive readjustment, Murph, I will probably take your suggestion and increase at relatively fast increments. Has this happened to any of you before?

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Curly, I've gone up and down a few times by 100 or more. It's never caused me any increased side effects.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Well, that wasn’t the best day ever.

It started with some unwelcome news about a friend and then another friend told me what a failure I was and that everything I thought I’d achieved over the last 5 months meant nothing.

And she was right. I fucked up. I’d fooled myself but not her.

And then things just got worse or became normal, which is worse, worse than I want things to be, but normal, normal for me, or rather normal for how things are these days, which is worse than they used to be but yet…

I went to the supermarket at around 6pm. Later than I’d intended because of stuff I needed to arrange for a friend and I’d also needed to sit around and contemplate my navel and how close my waistband was or wasn’t to it (apparently that’s important). I still hadn’t given the hounds their evening run, so it was going to be late before I was ready to make dinner. I had intended to rush round the supermarket and try to catch up some time, but of course I hadn’t accounted for the strange effect supermarkets have on Murph on HDB. Or indeed, the magnified strangeness I experience when I increase my dose.

I’ve had to increase my dose because of the previously mentioned fuckeduppedness (or should that be fuckedupitude? Would someone with a better understanding of the English language please let me know?). This fuckeduppidity, which I am beginning to realise is an innate element of Murphness means I have to accept I am a bac failure who doesn’t understand bac, has never taken it correctly and won’t succeed unless I start to do so. It also means I am not qualified to offer any opinions let alone bac advice to others. My bac fuckorance runs deep.

It took me an age to get round the supermarket; the high dose has a few side effects. Mostly they’re quite fun: I like people and it takes very little to get me as horny as hell, but also I’m so easily distracted, so getting round a supermarket can take a while. I don’t know how long I was there, but when I eventually made it to the checkout and finished bagging up, I realised I’d left home in such a rush, I’d forgotten my wallet.
“That’ll be ?72.37 thank you sir”.
“Ahhh, OK, I seem to have left home without my wallet. Ummm, what should I do? Shall I just leave this here and go home and get the wallet? Or…ummm…what? Errr…”.
The girl’s eyes started to roll, ever so slightly. Her shoulders dropped and she began to slump forward but then she caught herself and her training kicked in. Those 15 minutes she’d had to endure listening to the boring old Store Manager explain how to deal with half-wits who go shopping without a means of payment, hadn’t been wasted after all. She’d found it annoying and pointless, a distraction when she should have been texting her friend Bianca to bitch about her boyfriend Wayne who she caught snogging Chardonnay at the Youth Club. She had it planned: “I HT WYN BT NT HS FAULT COS CHRDNNY IS A SLAG AND IM GNG 2 SCRTCH THT BTCHS FCKNG EYS OUT”. A complete waste of time; no one, NO ONE, could possibly be that stupid, but she hadn’t counted on meeting the bacced-out bloke that now stood before her. “Why is he grinning like that?" she thought. "Hang on, is that old perv staring at my tits? Dirty sod!”

She remembered her training: The customer is always right. Even if they’re idiots, treat them with respect. Her face softened. She blinked gently and tilted her head slightly and smiled as she said “Oh, that’s alright, I’ll have the trolley taken to the Customer Service desk for you. When you come back with your wallet, it’ll be waiting for you”.
“Oh OK, that’s great” I said “I’ll just nip home and be right back “.
“That’s alright; you take your time my dear. There’s no rush. No need to worry yourself”.
“OK, thanks, but I’m really not worried. I just forgot my wallet. I’ll go get it right now”
“Alright dear. Someone will help you with your bags when you come back”
“Look. I’m not senile and decrepit, I just forgot my wallet. I’m quite capable of carrying my own bags”
“Course you are dear. Take care now.” Is what she said, but what it sounded like was: “Oh you appear to have fouled yourself. Now now, don’t worry about it, just sit there and eat your jelly with this rubber spoon and try not to hurt yourself.”

So I sped home, back to the supermarket and eventually to the park with the dogs. Constantly aware of how late it was getting, I raced round and when I got back to my vehicle, with two very annoyed dogs, I realised my reading glasses weren’t in my shirt pocket where I’d put them when I’d left the store. Bollocks! I retraced my route through the park desperately scanning the ground, but no sign of the specs. Bollocks, bollocks, BOLLLLLLLOCKS!

Shitty fucking day!

At present my capacity for fuckedupiocy knows no bounds.