Having slept well over night, I woke up determined to reduce my pain medication dosage to one pill per dose (instead of 2 pills) because it was making me feel groggy and spaced out. I figured that I would ramp the dosage down slowly and if the discomfort was too great, I would go back to taking 2 pills per 6 hours. Having taken my single dose at the alloted time, the day started rough. My dear wife brought me granola, yogurt and strawberries for breakfast, but I didn't want/like it. She brought me coffee which I drank, but it made me feel sick. The nausea stuck with me for most of the morning, and I had some sweating and was agitated (more than normal). I should note that my toe wasn't really hurting me much during this time - I just felt... off.
I took another single dose at noon. I wasn't hungry for lunch and not long after taking the meds, I lay down and slept. When I woke up, I was queasy and sat watching TV in a sort of stupefied state until it was time for dinner. At 6 I made the decision not to take any Norco. I'm done with feeling like crud when it is just a side-effect of the pain medication. I'm not taking it any more. I will manage the toe pain with Tylenol. I have renewed empathy for people who have quit their narcotics abuse. I think that I got a glimpse through a tiny window into what it would be like after a lifetime of addiction to a drug like Norco, to then give up and deal with the physiological effects of withdrawal.
Take it from me, it's not fun.
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