brusk's Journal

Yesterday afternoon I ran out of pain medication and the dispensing pharmacy was closed on weekends. Without their permission no other pharmacy would issue a refill. I’m not accustomed to taking any meds at all and didn’t foresee the need to refill earlier. So, I took extra-strength Tylenol instead, and only this morning figured out that I could cut the four remaining Vicodin in halves to ease my dependency on it until I can get more Monday morning.

This means that yesterday afternoon, though, I experienced sudden narcotic withdrawal, resulting in depression. I felt restless and hopeless, and the Tylenol didn’t take away all the back pain. I started mulling our culture shock, as John and I have withdrawn ourselves from pop culture to immerse ourselves in God’s culture only. I went to bed feeling a cold numbness, with only John’s prayers comforting me.

I feel better today and this morning I’m still contemplating Psalm 139. (What would I do without Him?!) It’s comforting to know that God knew when He made me that I would face this great trial. He has prepared me for this time, I now realize. I can be confident that not only is He with me in it, but that He has given me resources to face it—every moment of it.