I finally did it.

I finally did it.

This isn't something I can really share with people in my line of employment, but it took a solid year of super hard work, so I wanted to tell someone. It'd be nice if losing milligrams and micrograms showed like losing pounds. Emotionally, I'm on top of the world. Physically, I still feel like garbage. Restless, tense, irritable, slightly sweaty garbage. The freedom is worth it.

No judgment on those who take pain meds to get by. I've been there. Never stop looking for a better quality of life, whatever that means for you.

I wish my Dad was alive to see this. I started this process before he died unexpectedly last Thanksgiving, and he was all for it. He was a bit of a conspiracy theorist when it came to Big Pharma getting people addicted to drugs in order to ensure revenue. Not so sure about that part, though I wouldn't put it past them. In any case, they won't make another dime off me. At least not for this.

RIP, Dad. I know you're in heaven, blissfully unaware of our suffering here in the world, but I did it. I freaking knocked the bastard out of the park.