Vicodin.
The good news is it kind of knocked out the monster headache I gave myself after crying for two hours last night.
And even though it took a little over an hour to kick it, it did eventually drug me up enough to put me to sleep last night. Granted it was restless sleep, but without the Vicodin, I would have been laying in bed, with a nasty headache and staring at the ceiling. Wide awake.
But Vicodin's not the cure all drug.
Because that powerful painkiller? It didn't even touch the pain I'm feeling from a broken heart.
In time, I might be able to talk about it. But right now, it hurts. And makes me want to cry.
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Oh no, I am so sorry for both situations. Hang in there ::hugs::
I wish there was something, anything, I could say.
I'm here for you if you need me.
Big hugs your direction, hun...
Call me if you need to talk about it. We can discuss reasons why so many men seem to suck rat gonads. I'm so sorry he turned into a jackass.
I'm free this weekend if you need a good vent session.
-Amanda
I hope everything is okay. *hugs*
I'm so sorry! Here's an e-hug.
These are the exact moments that I wish I was there with you.
:: hugs ::
I'm also here for you. And we all love you.
Ditto on the hugs and wishing I was there.
oh hon! ((HUGS)) ... If you ever want to just hang out, let me know...
Thanks for all the kind words of support and encouragement. It means so much to me, knowing I have friends who care.
And while it still hurts like crazy and it's only been a few days, it's getting a little easier to get through the day. Well, as long as I keep myself busy. But at least I don't find myself crying for hours at a time.
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