To say I'm happy that I've quit taking painkillers would be an understatement. Though I really didn't think I'd be able to - I was terrified of the withdrawls. I'd wake up in the middle of the having panic attacks of just the THOUGHT of not having pills. That's nuts, right?
I think the fear of withdrawls are actually worse than the withdrawls themselves.
And the funny part? It's Day 6 and I have far LESS pain than I did when I was on opiates. I really think my body was creating pain as it craved the drug.
I never really had restless legs ... I had some herky jerky movements, some moments of wanting to crawl out of my skin, but never anything super consistant that went on for more than a day.
The worst was two days of almost non existant sleep coupled with hot flashes/cold sweats. And the exhaustion.
Yesterday was my day 5 ... I went for a mile walk with the dog, did laundry, went grocery shopping, executed a big birthday party for one of my kids, went out to dinner ... and I lived. Was I exhaused? Holy crap. But I felt free. And not for one second did I think of popping a pill.
I was driving the family to dinner and the sky just looked so beautiful ... I stopped the car just so we could look and I said a liitle prayer to God thanking him for giving me that beauty to see and the strength to get through this.
I truly feel like I've been given a second chance.