I was in your shoes a few years ago. I'll skip the details but life really hit the crapper. Unlike you I decided to mix Flexoril and whiskey. That was a fun trip to the ER (charcoal sucks) and the week in the funny farm wasn't so funny. At least it wasn't then.
I had a set back over the holidays. No one died and I didn't lose anything. The sucky part? When I needed them my friends weren't around. They called wanting to do something and when I said I was bummed out they disappeared. I spent my holiday with that crap sitting in my belly like a cheap fruitcake.
On Christmas Eve I decided to send some emails out to the people I've been working with. While I'm writing them I get an IM from one of them. She's at home, Xmas is going crappy because of her inlaws. We chatted online for almost 2 hours. We both vented for a while. I signed off feeling a lot better about myself. I also knew who my friends were. Now I have a friend I value.
Not sure about the dreams. The day before Christmas I was out fishing with my brother in the ocean. I stood on the bow to pee and he gunned the boat. I fell, busted my ass. Came home and took the only pain pill I could find...and it was from 2003. Holy crap. I took it, went to bed. Spent the entire night having strange dreams...someone kept poking in the room and pointing a flashlight at me. The beam would travel from me to another spot around the room and would refocus on a character that looks like something out of a toothpaste commercial (like a germ). Never freaking again will I take outdated drugs.
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