Husband: The fact that you're on Suboxone and Klonopin makes you just as bad as I am, prescribed or not.
Me: How do you figure? They help me feel normal and don't knock me out on my ass in the process.
Husband: The Pins are supposed to help with anxiety, but the fact that they give you motivation to get shit done means you're an addict.
Me: Yeah? So how come I'm able to deal without them when we don't have them for two weeks at a time? No, they're not supposed to treat depression, but why look a gift horse in the mouth? They help, and I'm not high out of my mind in the process.
Husband: If I took all those away from you right now, you'd be just as bad as me.
Me: I'd feel like crap, yes. My brain is dependent on them. That's why they're classified as narcotics. That's what fucking happens. But you know what, unlike you, who would have a shitfit, I would still fucking deal if I absolutely had to.
Husband: Okay, let's try that out then. I'll take them away.
Me: Why would I want to suffer needlessly just to help you prove your idiotic point? No, thank you.
Husband: Yeah, because I'm right. You wouldn't last.
Me: I'd last. I'm not you. But I don't want to put myself through this for no apparent reason, except on a whim of yours. So think what you want, but I'm not anywhere near as bad as you are. You're doing 3-4 bags of Fentanyl per shot and the pain is so bad that you can't stand it and start dissociating. You can't go back to Subs because you can't handle waiting untl it's out of your system to take the Sub. Methadone was your only option. That's how badly you've screwed yourself falling into that hole. So you and I--NOT the same. At all.
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Me: How do you figure? They help me feel normal and don't knock me out on my ass in the process.
Husband: The Pins are supposed to help with anxiety, but the fact that they give you motivation to get shit done means you're an addict.
Me: Yeah? So how come I'm able to deal without them when we don't have them for two weeks at a time? No, they're not supposed to treat depression, but why look a gift horse in the mouth? They help, and I'm not high out of my mind in the process.
Husband: If I took all those away from you right now, you'd be just as bad as me.
Me: I'd feel like crap, yes. My brain is dependent on them. That's why they're classified as narcotics. That's what fucking happens. But you know what, unlike you, who would have a shitfit, I would still fucking deal if I absolutely had to.
Husband: Okay, let's try that out then. I'll take them away.
Me: Why would I want to suffer needlessly just to help you prove your idiotic point? No, thank you.
Husband: Yeah, because I'm right. You wouldn't last.
Me: I'd last. I'm not you. But I don't want to put myself through this for no apparent reason, except on a whim of yours. So think what you want, but I'm not anywhere near as bad as you are. You're doing 3-4 bags of Fentanyl per shot and the pain is so bad that you can't stand it and start dissociating. You can't go back to Subs because you can't handle waiting untl it's out of your system to take the Sub. Methadone was your only option. That's how badly you've screwed yourself falling into that hole. So you and I--NOT the same. At all.
Thoughts, comments?