I was doing so well yesterday. I did awesome all week--stayed under 600 cals most days. Then yesterday I was trying to keep it under 1200 (weekend allowance). I don't know what happened. Around 11.30, my friends and I were hanging around watching TV, and they went and got snacks. Then I got a little snack (which put me at 1100 for the day).
And then it all went to hell.
In other news, on Wednesday afternoon I conned my physician into prescribing me drugs. That's not on easy task with my doctor. My old Doc, Dr. Salvatorre was wonderful. He'd prescribe anything. The time I pulled something in my shoulder 2 years ago, he "examined" my injury over the phone ('cause it was a Friday and he had no appointments until Monday) and called in a prescription for percocet. Awesome.
New Dr. S? Not so much. I love him--he's a very good doctor; he's just not as prescription-happy as the old doc. It probably didn't help that when I broke my arm in January, I waited 2 weeks before going to Dr. S to get it checked out. Yeah I have a kind of high tolerance for pain.
Dr S knows of my pain tolerance, so it's nearly impossible to get drugs from him. I went to my appointment yesterday and gave him my well-rehearsed sob story about how stressed I am with school and trying to find a job and having no money, and trying to play housewife because I'm the one that's home all the time, and prepping for the crazy holidays coming. He didn't buy it. I could tell he didn't, so I had to go all out.
I cried. I broke down and cried that my life is a mess and I can't bloody well please everybodoy and sometimes I just can't RELAX because I'm so all over the place every friggin day.
That was tough. I haven't made myself cry like in a long time, so I had a hard time getting it started. I only ever really cry if I'm extremely frustrated or angry. And God help you if you're the one who made me cry out of anger, because I will devote all of my efforts towards mercilessly plotting your destruction until I succeed; or until I get distracted and forget about it.
So I got a scrip for Adavan. Mission accomplished.
On behalf of all Doctor-conning Chicks Who can Make Themselves Cry... Well done soldier.
ReplyDeleteMy next mission is to wrangle some diet pills out of my psychiatrist. Not easy. Wish me luck.
Don't worry about the binge, it wasn't such a biggie... It could've been worse. You could've gotten take-outs. That's when it doesn't stop.
I get the weekend thing. My binges last for no less than 3 days at a time.
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It's very close to the end of the world, huh? (Telling by your countdown timer... I like it)
I effed up last night too. Let's take it in stride, and make the rest of the weekend FABULOUS! Rawr!
ReplyDeleteGood job on the crying! I dug around in my old pill bottles and found one with two refills left of klonopin. Got that one yesterday. Yippee! Here's to pillin' it!
Don't feel bad, I went on a huge binge last night too. I had mexican with a couple friends, beer, then chips, and some chocolate things. FML. Weekends are the worst. I'd like to know why I can control myself during the week, but not during the weekend too. Would make my life A LOT easier.
ReplyDeleteAnd good job on the nice little act you put on for your doctor haha! I've always wanted to try that, to see if I could get any xanaxs or something, but I'm a horrible actor and I know my Doctor would call my bluff lol
I'm right there with you on weekends being sucky, food-filled days...everyone should collectively come up with a list of how not to eat so much on the weekends! Nice getting that prescription! I hate crying- like you, I only cry when I'm really angry, and then I stay up and plot my revenge. Note to self: if I ever make you angry, I need to find something to distract you =)
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I dread the weekends. It's so hard to stay in control. I try to allow myself more cals to keep away from bingeing. Then when I binge I say OK that's it. One binge for the weekend and I'm done. As you already know, the bingeing rarely stops there.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have better luck with the weekend but good job on the Adavan you sneaky bitch;)
I'm under 18 and my dad refuses to let me see any kind of doctor that could perscribe me meds:(
XO Minnie
I tend to overdo it on the weekend too. The minute you let your guard down, the food comes sneaking in! We must have constsnt vigilance when restricting! Life's not perfect and neither are we, sadly. We can only try our best and forgive ourselves when we fail. (Or take prescription drugs to forget! Ha!) Enjoy the benzodiazepines, M.! XXX.
ReplyDeleteWow! I wish I could cry on cue! Nice job with the meds. I have no clue what Adavan does, but I assume it's good stuff if you pull out the tears for it!
ReplyDeleteHey, I can't find you on PT. I typed in Mitch but you are not there :( Come find me instead :D
sweet! you are my idol!! :)
ReplyDeleteAhaha love the pic lol.
ReplyDeleteAnd I wish I was that creative with Doctors... I only have vicodin left over from surgery... but i'm trying to save it lol... all it really does is knock me out but I like it :) ahaha
Love youuu
Kels
Hahaha nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI love your pictures, they always crack me up! I definitely feel like I've been in THAT drawing before :(
ReplyDeleteNice with the fake crying. It's weird how much tears can effect the outcome of something. I hate crying in front of people, almost never let myself do it. But once in a blue moon, when I break down in front of someone, it feels like they finally listen to me and that was the only way to do it.
1. what's a PT
ReplyDelete2. is the timer for 2012?
yeah wkds suck dont they i always mess up on saturdays and eat way to mcuh
ReplyDeletei got a high tolerance for pain as well
god i want some drugs but i cant cry on cue and my doc is a clueless asshole ugh
Way to rock the Doctor/Perscription world! Yay, Ativan! Score! I adore your pictures!
ReplyDeletei have managed to get my sweet Interest to fill my Psych meds for at least a couple more months, as the last "Drug Cowboy" i went to (a Psychiatrist who doesn't to therapy, just passes out pills...the norm more and more) was such a douche....weird, i went to him a couple of years ago and he seemed a tiny bit nicer....
Anyway....you're doing great, please send on your secrets!
Love,
FAT, fat tracy
met a girl named Mich yesterday - immediately made me think of you :)
ReplyDeleteI love having a mother as a nurse. It means I get all these drugs without needing to see a doctor about it. Awesome. I hope you're well.
ReplyDeleteOMG I love your pictures. Seriously, they make me laugh so hard! Will you do my NaNo cover? Pretty please??
ReplyDeleteMy one-woman show will be hitting the road and drinking it's way around the world in the next decade. Look out for it, lock up your wife and cat.
The american exchange students who come to club say they tend to get looked down on as scum when they try to freak their circus shit at home. It's a pity, cos with their specialties they're really good!
Ok, I gotta go pack. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
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