Surprise of the day!!

Today has already been quite the roller coaster ride. I woke up at 8 am sick as a dog. I had taken a half mg of orange flavored defeat (aka suboxone for those who aren't familiar) 24 hours ago. But I didn't care, I have a half gram of fine tar in the mail with my name on it and it was scheduled to arrive between noon and one pm today. Once again my friendly mail carrier was the only person I cared to see today. After an agonizing 4 hour wait until noon, I was sitting on the front porch acting casual as I waited for that lovely little white truck to drive down my street. 1230 rolls around the mail isn't here. I decide to stretch my legs and hopefully relieve my RLS a little bit. Of course as soon as I get to the end of the street I see my best friend in his funny little uniform about a block away. Salvation has arrived! I just need to wait, a junkie's favorite thing of course. I walk around the block a bit and as I get back to my street, the mailman is finished with my block. It took all my power to not sprint home. Gotta keep my cool, ya know. I open the mailbox. There's a couple magazines. A couple tax forms. And there's a red envelope with my name on it and no return address!!

It's a god damn card from my uncle. I haven't talked to this cat in 6 months. He doesn't even like me. What the fuck Bruce? Don't fuck with me. Naturally, I curse the heavens, the United States Postal Service, the President, the weather, and myself for thinking the USPS would deliver something across the state two and a half days after it was mailed. Of course my dope hasn't arrived, that would just be too convenient. But there is still some hope, I have 1.25 mg of suboxone in my stash still. I pop the .25 under my tongue (I have a rather important trip coming up this weekend that I'd hate to be sick and sit in the car for 5 hours for). It's barely kicking in when I go on the hunt. There's gotta be something in this fucking house that'll keep me from clawing my eyes out and pacing the house in this delightful curse we junkies suffer from. I find a couple trazodone and some ambien so I'll at least be able to sleep a couple hours tonight. And that's when I see it. A bottle of 5/500 hydrocodone. I don't know how I've missed it. I've torn this bathroom apart more than I can count in sickness and have never seen this. My wonderful sister kept her pills after getting her wisdom teeth out. Sis, I love you. You're the best. So .25 mg of sub, 20 mg of hydrocodone, and 2000 mg of our friend APAP I am a human being again. And it's only 4. Today is looking up, and, if I dare trust the USPS tomorrow, will be even better with a half gram of beautiful H.

I apologize for the length, I'm just excited (haven't had to say that in a year or two) but if anybody's still reading here I got me some questions.

With a full functioning liver (no history with booze or pills, just heroin, pot and some occasional amphetamine binges) what should my goal for maximum APAP be over the course of today and tomorrow?

Is trazodone + ambien a good idea? Should I just stick to the trazodone? It's good for ~5 hours of sleep once I can get there. Or should I go with the ambien? What's a good dose of ambien to knock my ass out without getting too weird?

Hope everybody's day is as good as mine has been the past two hours, and I hope everybody is catching a good nod or enjoying sober-living.

-D