One Pill, Two Pill, Three Pill, More?

I lived by myself at that address for two years, there were no major illnesses at that time to speak of. But lurking underneath my healthy facade was an extremely big problem.

You see I was in so much pain that all I was able to do was lay in the fetal position, cradling my amputated leg, rocking back-n-forth, and crying. My regular doctor referred me to a 'Pain Specialist', who prescribed the highest doses of pain killers and anxiety medicine that my body could possibly take without causing me to overdose. They figured this out by measuring my height and weight/body mass, then comparing this to how and at what rate each med disperses.        

The problem was after I took the amount prescribed, the pain faded only a tiny bit, but I also became very loopy. I know your thinking, "Of course!" The thing is I was still in a lot of pain and I couldn't remember whether or not I had already taken my meds. Since I was in pain, in my drugged state I'd take more and more, thus causing an overdose. I was rushed to the hospital being close to death and had to spend a few days there detoxing.

After this happened a few times, Glory and I decided assisted living was the thing for me. This way I'd get the medical supervision I so desperately needed and she'd get the peace of mind she so desperately needed.

When I looked into getting on the assisted living program, we found out there was an assessment and waiting period. The regulations stated that it was to be for ninety days in a nursing home. BLEK! I didn't like it, but knew it was necessary and it was all a part of God's plan. One thing I requested was to be placed in the nursing home where I had been before...

 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29:11

I am blessed

Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce