One of my two "Christmas trees". After due consideration, I arrived at the conclusion that weaning off oxycodone is returning me to my natural state, that being bad-tempered bitch. For reason unknown (I don't want to know), I thought it was "cool" to have a fiery temper when I was young. Perhaps it was a … Continue reading Upside? Down?
Fudge. It's what my brain feels like as I try to juggle the various drugs that keep me mobile every day. Sometimes lately it's like walking through thick mud trying to find two sensible thoughts to put together. The one thing I have missed since moving back to New York is the sessions I had … Continue reading Fudge