“the bitch is back” – and all password protection is off!
***WARNING: Children, and adults who behave like children, don’t try this at home.***
I do so lurve me some benzos. Mostly. I lurve them because I have this insanely high tolerance, my docs have all told me that with the various and sundries that I take – at my pinnacle, four, actually maybe five, varieties simultaneously – in the doses I’m prescribed. . . Well those suckers should take down someone more than three times my weight. Me, I don’t even get drowsy. So I don’t fear mixing and matching as something potentially fatal (although I’m also responsible and knowledgeable when I do).
I hate them because I have this insanely high tolerance, so they don’t really do much for me, even in insanely high doses and innumerable combinations. Except apparently minimize pseudoseizures – which actually kind of freaks me out, because they have not helped them in the past, so. . .
I swear though, if I ever accidentally overdose, it will not be on benzodiazepines.
Oh, here’s something else I didn’t know, or knew but forgot. Ortho Evra (the patch), my preferred form of HBC, should increase the effects of diazepam (generic Valium). Ha! Love to love the Multi-Drug Interaction Checker (Medscape). Bookmark it, embrace it, learn to love it as I have over many, many years. That needs to go on my informational page, at some point.
I would wager my metabolism against any volume and mix of benzos. . . I think I wrote that before in another post. Incidentally, the key word in that last sentence is would. Not the same as will. That would be a waste of occasionally effective medications!
Oh, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m getting very virulent here and saying fuck all to convention. Because apparently I still kowtowed to it on occasion. So fuck all to not joking about suicide because I’m bipolar, fuck all to people in my life abandoning me because I got “too crazy,” fuck all to password protection! This has been an extremely enlightening experience for me.
Fuck all to everyone and everything. This here is my personal stomping ground, and if you don’t like it, go find yourself somewhere you can tiptoe around with others who are afraid of pure, unadulterated, uncensored honesty.
Now I’m gonna go mix me some benzos and try to sleep.
Moral of the story: ”If you can’t handle me at my best. . .” And if you can’t finish the quote, you haven’t been paying attention. To anything.
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