I woke up at 3am (my time) seriously dope sick with jimmy-legs and cramps. I was very tempted to up my dosage because "this is ******** and I have a lot to do this weekend". Talk about ********? I know that I am where I need to be and my complete jump into opiate freedom is very close. Back is killing me, knees are killing me, my gut is in knots. **** it all. I will continue to embrace the pain because I've been imprisoned by opiates for way too long. I feel sometimes that I'm living in my own Shawshank Redemption. As I crawl through the sewage of my remaining habit, I continue to focus on the freedom and the light and the reward that goes with my hopefully eventual freedom from bondage.