It's rounding on 8 in the morning, and I haven't slept but three hours over two days past, regardless of having taken both Clonidine and Valium. For two days, I've denied my tortuous desire to take just one little OxyContin, but I sense a lapse mounting! This process has a way of breaking you, making you feel weak of will. I always conjectured that I was stronger, and, when the time came, I would forge through all the discomfort involved. Discomfort: What a kind word for what we experience during cessation.