She Was An American Girl

Ten Days

I've been clean for 10 days now!  That might not seem like very long, but in the past 5 or 6 years, the longest I've been clean is 51 days.  All I can think about is, "How ridiculous am I?"  I know.  Ten days is good.  I'm trying to accept the good for what it is, but geeze, I am pretty ridiculous.

I'm feeling physically better.  My skin tingles and wants relief and comfort 24/7.  Emotionally, less depressed but still pretty anxious.

I went to the pharmacy today to pick up a prescription.  I didn't even think about trying to get my V script until I was pulling out of the drive-way.

Day 6

Day 6  Symptoms are somewhat milder except for the anxiety.  My anxiety level is extremely high.   I just want to go to bed and wake up when this is over.  Depression is setting in.  Obviously no energy and no motivition.  I'm very irritible.

I did get up and take a shower.  Had plans to take a motorcycle ride with Manuel to return some items he purchased  a long time ago.  Just something to do to get out of the house.  Just as I was ready to leave, Ryan got in his truck to go to work.  My plans were blown and we were stuck at home for the rest of the day.  Good thing, I guess.  I didn't feel like doing anything anyway.

Good night!

Detox

In regards to the previous blog post title, "Go Ahead...Judge me. It's Gonna Happen Anyway...."  I realize it sounds snotty.  I didn't mean it that way.  I meant it's just natural to judge someone.  I do it, as hard as I try not to, everybody does it.  It's okay.

Day 5 I feel better but certainly not great.  I feel like I have the stomach flu.  It's interesting how each day is completely different than the day before,  My head and back still hurt but not nearly as bad as it was.  I'm still laying around a lot, sleeping.  I have no energy and no motivation to do anything.  I've lost a few pounds...that's a good thing as long as I can keep them off....right!  I have a bit of anxiety.  Tingles on my head.  This is all very normal.  Very uncomfortable, but normal.  Nothing I'm going through will kill me.  I keep reminding myself this.

I've always wanted to blog about my addiction.  I thought it would be theraputic.  The one thing that kept me from doing it is the fact that I knew I would go back to the drugs and then I would have to.......what?..... admit to my failure?  Keep my relapse a secret?  It would send me into a panic at the thought of it.

Today, the day after I have release my darkest secret to anyone who has any interest in my life, I am thinking of certain people who will now know.  I didn't really think this through completely.  My heart skips a beat at the thought of certain people knowing.  I start panicing and think I should get on the computer and delete it.

Thank you to my few dear friends who have left messages for me with their support.  It means the world to me.

Go Ahead...Judge me. It's Gonna Happen Anyway....

I don't even know which day this is.  Is it my fourth day clean or my third day clean?

I'm not even sure how  many times I've tried to get clean once and for all.  I can say at least three times and I meant it with all my heart every time, just as I do this time.

This time I've gone completely cold turkey.  I've had no help or support through my medical insurance.  I've had to go through the pain, discomfort with no comfort meds at all, all while taking care of my mom.  Pure hell, I tell ya!

It's expected to last 7-10 days in all.  I, sincerely, can't wait to be back to my crazy ol' self   Yes, my normal self is crazy!  SORRY!  LOL

Day 1  The first day, I'm feeling fabulous!  I'm thinking, 'I can totally do this!'  But, I knew darn well it was the honeymoom period.  So, I continued to try to get as  much done around the house and for the household, while I could.

Day 2 The second day, I started to feel a bit crappy.  started laying down in bed a bit more but still participating in the kitchen, etc.

Day 3  By far the worse day ever.  My skin hurt from head to toe.  Nobody can touch me.  Nothing can touch me.  My body hurt, my muscles, my bones, everything.  I had a very bad head ache.  My eyes were burning, they were on fire!  I had been on the phone trying to get help for detox with everyone I could think of; doctors, psychiatrists, health insurance, numbers Blue Shield gave me to call to get help.  2 of the 4 numbers did absolutely nothing with substance abuse programs.  The other two had inpatient detox programs that I do not have the priveledge to attend since I am the sole caregiver to my mom, who is in late stages Alheimer's.  There's nothing available for me until after detox and I'll have to pay like $1,700 out of pocket for the therapy.  :-\

Day 4  Still have some skin crawling.  My head hurts BAD.   My lower back hurts BAD.  I have bouts of anxiety where I was finally perscribed Atavan.  For today, it doesnt seem to help.

Sorry for the typos.  Wasn't able to fix it via my Xoom  I'll go in and fix it asap...Please leave a comment...good, bad or indifferent about this post.  lotsa love to you!!!**

**Fixed the typoes....might make more sense now.  Thanks for listening. :)

Dermal

As I write this, I'm looking up "dermal" links to show you what I had done.  Good thing I didn't look them up before I had it done otherwise, I wouldn't have done it!  DANG!!!  But, this doesn't look so bad, does it?

Actually, I LOVE it!  It's bling inbedded in my body.  It kinda freaks me out when I look at it, when I think about what it REALLY is. 

I got my dermal done at The Electric Chair in Huntington Beach.  When I went in there a few weeks ago, to look around, I knew I would be back to get it.

Quite a few years ago, I had been into The Electric Chair, but that was in Riverside.  That's when I got my belly button pierced.  It has long since closed up....not only this store location, but the piercing.

So, as the dermal piercing goes,  I didn't see any of it get done.  No way in HECK can I watch something like that.  But, my boyfriend, Manuel, was there to watch the entire thing while holding my hand. 

Yes, I screamed, "FUCK" as she sliced my chest to insert the anchor plate.  But once the gem was snapped on top, the pain was gone and has been gone since.

In the plate, there is a hole that the skin will grow through to keep the anchor in.  Once that is done, you can change out the jewelry...change color, silver, pearl, etc.  Although, I can't imagine ever doing that.  I guess it's still too new for me.

Tell me what you think....honestly.

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Tonight I met up with my MoVal cousins at Stewart Park in Beaumont, CA to see a FREE SHOW of Joan Jett and the Black Hearts!

 

Aren't they beautiful!  My cousins, Pat, Marisa and Tarina.  (Pic taken with iPhone)

This very well may have been the highlight of our evening.  At least one of them, for sure.

 

This isn't a very good picture of Joan Jett, but check out those arms!  BEAUTIFUL!  I'm going to work my arms out with weights.....tomorrow.

 

I LOVE Rock N' Roll!

Marisa, Tarina & Pat

Images of a rock and roll show through my eyes....

  

Oh yeah!

I'm going to school!  I'm going to school!