If there’s one thing that’s been nice about all this medical situation, it’s the moment when you finally get validation that… oh… wait… you actually are in pain right now. Yesterday, when I found myself in a specialty clinic to address these situations, I realized just where I was when I was signing forms that said that they had the right to kick me out if I was being rude. You know where this’s going.
[6:43 PM] “Maybe? I dunno. I’m feeling the effects of this gabpentin[sic] now.[1,]”
[6:45 PM] “So you’ve suddenly found your gab pent in.”
[6:46 PM] “Not sure I follow.”
[6:48 PM] “Your capacity for advanced speech has been curtailed.”
[6:51 PM] “Oh, uhh, my gift of gab has been pent in.”
I’ve taken Gabapentin for about a week. It’s been an interesting experience feeling numb like this again. It’s been helpful but not for the ways I would expect.
“my brain’s a bit fried so […] I’m gonna drop off”
“i feel it”
I’m coming down off a Gabapentin trip to help sort out the lower back and hip problems I’ve been impaired with for the worse part of the past month. This feeling is comfortable but addicting and I can’t concentrate very well. I also don’t feel the inherent desire I once did to indulge in anything more today… am I free from sobriety?
Well, I’m high right now, but it’s medically necessary. I’m taking Gabapentin for lower back pain that’s lasted nearly a month now. I’ve been barely able to do anything other than sit here and distract myself from the constant pain from waking up to going to sleep. So here I am, my mind is somewhat mentally disconnected from my body, so the muscles can stretch back to how they should be. Am I breaking sobriety?