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Sunday, November 07, 2010
Wow, Michelle Branch is Back
Geez, we saw her open for the Dixie Chicks when she was like 16, and she’s probably close to 30 now or something. Oh my, I was just joking, but she really is 27 now. Anyway, she’s finally released a new EP. I can’t recommend it highly yet, as I’ve just started listening to it with my free 25 listens on Rhapsody, but so far, so good. I’ve missed her, and I’m glad she’s back, even if she’s old now. I guess she was probably off living some sort of life while I was waiting for her to come back. Okay, not actively waiting, but passively. Two songs in now, I approve. Those of you with money, buy it and make Michelle feel loved.
I apologize for the “weaning week”, as I was very, very, very grumpy. It was a pretty terrible week, even without my (LOL!) “addiction”. I really did think that I’d lost all semblance of a sense of humor, except every so often, the lines from “Airplane” kept popping into my head. You know, “I picked a bad day to quit sniffing glue”, et al? It always made me chuckle a bit to myself, so I knew that beneath the stress of the dogs getting out, having to empty our stuff out of storage, the unexpected rain (hello, what the heck does ZERO PERCENT chance of rain mean to you, Pahrump???) on our stuff in our side yard, getting my period unexpectedly (look, I’m NOT going to have kids, I’m 46 and know this, so please tell my body to quit bleeding randomly), on top of the weaning was just, well, to put it midly, kinda crappy.
Hey, I really like this Michelle Branch EP. I would totally buy it if I had any money. I’m sorry, Michelle, I’ll try to make up for my free listening by asking other people to buy it. If you liked old Michelle, The Wreckers Michelle, you’ll like the new EP just as much, I would think. Especially you hardcore Buffy fans. I mean, what’s Willow/Tara without Michelle Branch? It certainly doesn’t make you want to cry as much, does it? No sirree, Bob.
This part of my blog entry is for those of you on pain meds. Last night I had the weirdest dream - I dreamt about an Asian guy (why Asian?) wearing a bright pink t-shirt, and he was using a blender to mix up something he was calling “Master Bind”. Kinda funny, no? Seriously, is it common to dream about side effects when you’re weaning off meds? I know people talk about brain zaps from weaning off anti-depressants, but I’ve never really been on anti-depressants, except to try them for pain relief. Cymbalta helps lots of people with Fibromyalgia - it didn’t help me at all. I took it for a month, then quit cold turkey. When you’re able to quit lots of things cold turkey without weaning, you get kind of cocky. “Hey, I’m superhuman, I can quit any med and not feel a thing.” Well, silly me, I just kinda sorta expected a pain mgt doctor and his fee and the cost of the meds to appear out of thin air, so I didn’t plan my wean too well. Since my dosage is none of your business (actually, I’ll tell anyone who asks and cares, but not those people who thought they saved my life by trying to get me stop taking my pain meds…I didn’t stop then, and I wouldn’t have stopped now, if I could’ve afforded the very pricey first doctor’s fee plus the meds), let’s just leave it at, I develop a tolerance for meds very easily, so my dosage was fairly high. On the bright side, it also usually means that I don’t suffer from the same side effects that other people do, like being able to quit Cymbalta cold turkey without even noticing. Now, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, not planning my wean. I did great going from Oxycodone to Methadone, but Methadone’s half-life is a pretty crappy thing when you want to just be done with it. I’d never had any problems going back and forth and adjusting my dose on the fly, but quitting altogether was another thing apparently. Instead of doing it in itty bitty increments (like Leigh-Ann would have told me to do if I’d maybe consulted her - I admit it, she’s smarter than I am), I thought it would be as easy as dropping from, let’s just pick an outrageous number for the looky-loos (you know who you are…and so do I, with your repeated IPs) and say that my Oxycodone dose was 1000mg/day. It wasn’t, but it’s a nice round number that means nothing to people who don’t take pain meds. Anyway, let’s say it was 1000mg. So, I effectively went from 1000mg of Oxycodone plus 60 mg of Methadone to just 60mg of Methadone, then after a week, I went to 30mg, then 10mg, then nothing. That was dumb. Don’t do that with Methadone, unless you have enough to spare in case you start feeling really lousy. I thought it was super easy to drop my Oxycodone completely, and it was, it really was, and even though it wasn’t 1000mg, it also wasn’t like, uh, say 30mg. I still had pain, so I was huffing Advil, but that’s besides the point. Droppng the Oxycodone was nothing at all. I didn’t even notice it. No half-life, or very little if there is any. I’d never previously had any reason to really comprehend half-lives, but now they’re very very clear to me. Heh. Anyway, the FM pain sucks, but hey, now I’m a cheap Oxycodone date. Those of you “worried” about my “drug addiction”, no need to fear anything, my intention is to get back on my meds as soon as I can afford it. Now that I’m past the worst of the side effects (blech, upset stomach), I can honestly and sincerely STILL say that I need pain meds. It’ll be a little cheaper for a while, until my tolerance does what it does, I’m sure.
Second listen to the Michelle Branch EP. I really like it. See, isn’t it nice when everything comes back full circle?
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