The last 6 months
I have abused vicodin and binge drank to blackout on the weekends. It started as only taking one pill at night to relax before bed. I never got to the point of taking more than 35mg a day, but only bc I had a limited supply at any given time. I was taking it before work, I would take it and drive my family around, I would take it and lay down at 7pm and let my husband deal with home life. I was talking with someone the other day about making dinner, and I realized I had only cooked a handful of times in the last few months. I attributed it to being busy, but now realize I would take a pill around 5 and never felt like cooking. I would sleep and lay around hungover all weekend thinking that I was the only one effected by drinking, but realized that was a lie. If my kids had an early morning activity I would try to get my mom to take them. I passed out on the Thanksgiving table at 8pm. I'm sure that was a lovely sight to the family. Day 2 today.