I can be stoic all I like, but the simple fact remains:

Drugs > Me.

I thought I could pull this off, but that seems pretty stupid now. I called my neurosurgeon. Apparently, my wife had called just a few minutes earlier. The withdrawl is beyond nasty… I haven’t slept in days, can’t eat, bad shakes, feel like poop.

So… I’m back on the drugs and doing the whole “gradual reduction” gig. It’s not what I want, but it beats the hell out of where I am.