Cool, sounds just like one of my last runs. I used to sleep in the walkin closet or curled in a ball in the corner of the basement because 'I WAS SURE THAT THEY WERE COMING'! The sitting and waiting for the next dose, convincing a dealer to sell to me again (because he was sure I was trying to kill myself), being followed, not washing- pretty par for the course.
As my grandsponsor would ask? 'Have you had enough PAIN yet?"