Don't know what I did wrong but I got really sick today. Weak, vaguely nauseous, so spaced out I can barely see, let alone type. Been like this all day, or, well, since about noon.
Started passing out, took a nap. Started some laundry, was fading at the computer and was about to try to nap again, remembered the laundry, tried to stay awake so I could take more pills and at least put the clothes in the dryer. Then tried to nap but got panicky. And suddenly it's 7 PM already.
Just don't know. There's a possibility that I double dosed at some point this morning, because I didn't have everything sorted in my pill box, and I've been kinda screwed up trying to move over to this 2-3 hours thing anyway, but I don't think I did.
Moral of the story is 250 isn't going to happen today. Or it did already and I don't know it. Regardless, there's simply no point in continuing to do this to myself right now. Bac'ing down to 225 tomorrow, and maybe heading down steadily from there, depending on how I feel. Absolutely nothing is set in stone. I'm basing all this on mental clarity, how I feel physically/emotionally, and how AL looks.
Because right now AL looks disgusting. I know, I know, I said it looked pretty good last night. But that 4th beer? And I mean 4 in about an 8 hour period... didn't finish it before going to bed. Took it in and put it on the nightstand out of habit, sure, but it's still sitting there. I don't know what a switch looks like, but I'm OK with bac'ing down at the moment. I'm not doing it to drink, I'm doing it to feel better--and not talking about going off or even down that much. Just down. Who knows, maybe I did just hit the switch and won't know until I'm coming down and still not wanting to drink. (Christ, could I be so lucky? Ha, who am I kidding...)
And believe me, I'm thrilled to be posting this right now, considering who's rejoined our little family in the last day or so. I look forward to ignoring at least a few posts.
To everyone else, though, mad :l:l:ls. Great big ones, for sticking it out with Stuck, and we're not even done yet. Not even close to done.
Except for tonight. Tonight y'all can stick a fork in me, 'cause I'm done like dinner. Or is it supper? Or tea? Oh what the hell do you Brits call it?
With that, goodnight, peeps, I hope it's a good one.
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