DeTox Log

I'm thinking I'll be observing a lot on here, so skip thru titles if these things bore you.

Nutritional advice: chocolate and dairy helps a lot. Ginger snaps, too. Eat like a kid. pb & j. Drink milk. Beef is good, too, for those who eat less abnormally. Don't do anything but lie around and indulge yourself with the things you love. That is how we love ourselves; we give ourselves the things that feed our heart and spirit. For me that's some bands. Chocolate. Coffee... yeah, things that remind you of why life is so damned good, which we've somehow forgotten.

So yeah, drying out can rock.

Update a couple hours later: It seems I'm PMSing at this time. Since the oxy's kicked I'll leave it. Am deciding to slap on a new fenatanyl or not, or just boil pennyroyal.
Chocolate is all gone.

2 hours later: Made a coffee-sweet undairy drink. Still scoping Zep. I'm boiling some sage to help the sinuses balance. No appetite, just sweet thirst. Fentanyl still eeping its last above my heart. Mellatonin keeping me from vibrating outta my skin. How the hell will i sleep?

2 hours later: am on ELP kick which will be followed by some research on pirates, how they cut out the middle man, how we viewed the coop union drive as a pirate venture, all or some of which may be put on here as a way to kill time and ignore withdrawal.
Oh here's ELP posted by my friend paperpichu:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQMJR15U9fo

1 hr later. Some sources say fentanyl takes 5 days to clear. Oh joy. Even Greg Lake can't distract me that much. Or Robert Plant!

45 minutes later. OK, left some blistering comments and bested someone on YT. Now what to do? Too sore to drum....hmmm

30 minutes later. responded to some cool emails. I have cool peep. Am hearing Stairway to Heaven for 27th time. It's still good. And am singing it all onward from, "Babay, baby, give it to me..." Have to find Immigrant's Song. Ah yes, turn the headphones up to 80.

50 minutes later. Friend has advised to stop listening to Robert Plant but I can't right now. There's something that has to be burned off. Hard to explain.

9 p.m. I'm listening to the last bars of Kashmir and will go try to read myself to sleep. Not bad for detox. I can deal.

Take That, February!

Right now I'm in the midst of cold turkey quitting opiates. The oxy must be outta my system; it's been 4 days. The fentanyl should be waning. I've got the dancing legs at night again.

Whatever, I found a Led Zep clip that screamed SEX and got my attention. It's Robert Plant at his Godly Prime, with necessary time given to his tight jeans:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q7Vr3yQYWQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtCa_mpDGr8

I sent this around to several ladies of my circle; it has made the 2 I thought most likely to, sit up and take notice.

For best effect, put on tight jeans, wear headphones and turn it up!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKebHR3q0VA

Take that February, and the horse you rode in on, too.

New Appreciation for Old Kindnesses

Amid the thread of deaths that have happened lately, and I've only mentioned 2, has been a trailing ribbon of gratitude reminders.

I googled a guy who was the everyday part of my life for 4 years and found he's a dispicable mess at our age. Another torch extinguished. And glad I didn't end up with that.

I thought of Robert, who bought me a ticket home when my mom was dying so I got to see her once more.

I thought of Carole, who got me a grant to pay my electricity last summer.

And Billy, who subsidized the rest.

And so much else, a million kindnesses. Those are the kindnesses I use to keep on believing in the essential goodness of humans.

The Best Parts of Disability #1

Some would disagree; some haven't found their way there yet. But being alone, with few resources, brings you back to places you've been in your life and survived.

For me, it brought back how much I used music as a coping tool. If I didn't play music (and thank god/desses for the intertubes because it's all out there) for several hours a day, to fit my mood, I'd be in a much worse place.

Besides, lots of John Bonham and Carl Palmer are what I need if I'm gonna carry out my mission.

Not Since M*A*S*H

My one soap opera addiction, Coronation Street, is running a storyline about a vet who's just come back and going thru PTSD. His best friend had saved him, and died in the attempt. Not Since MASH have I seen war so straightforwardly looked at in "entertainment". Bravo to the writers and ITV for this. The US could take a clue.
The US continues to glorify this undeclared war:

http://www.youtube.com/user/qg2010#p/c/EF9F08DB31F2B3F1/0/KnZC6qiahuY

The UK shows the result.