Sunday

As long term readers knowSunday used to always be my worst day of the weekThe last day of my meds week I always overtook my meds during the week And had none left by SundaySo it was always a long, boring dayOften on the verge of withdrawalI always tried to get up especially early on a SundayTo tire myself outIn the hope that I would get some much needed sleep that night
But God almighty Sunday was an endless dayThe yawning would start early The watery eyesThe runny noseThe dull ache in my limbsThe mental tortureIt was not fun let me tell you
By Sunday nightMy body would be absolutely exhausted But my mind super awake It's a horrible way to beCraving sleep so much But not being able to snatch even a few minutesThe night is long when you can't sleepThe minutes become hoursThe darkness makes everything seem worseAnd it feels like you are the only one in the world who is awakeI tried to kill time by readingWatching box setsChain smoking And drinking endless cups of teaOften I would end up in tearsJust so exhaustedAnd mentally spentBy the time dawn came aroundI was just starting to doze But then 8am cameAnd it was time to get up and go to the doctor 
I would drag myself out of bed My eyes blearyMy head fuzzy My eyes red and swollen from crying I felt wired Like the walking deadOften losing the power to make any kind of senseI don't miss that
So today is SundayAnd it is such a treat to have meds leftSomehow I even had 5 extra mls of methadone too!That is just unheard of in my houseSo todayI can enjoy Sunday just like everyone elseI can relax knowing that I will sleep tonightAnd my friendsIs a freakin' revelation.....