I did something stupid last night. I had a mood. I got kind of anxious about the situation with my kids and seeing them for an extra long visit this coming weekend--the most hours since my ex finally started letting me see them again. I started thinking purging and really wanted to do it. I went to the store even. I got back to my car and ate some jello, but in a desperate(?!) attempt to save myself from the act, I did something else. I really wanted to do something--take something. So I OD'd on Vicodin that the dentist gave me. I'm fine. It wasn't enough for something to seriously happen--it was 8 tabs of the Vicodin. I was trying desperately to "numb" things. I had/have no intention of anything more. I was only planning on taking 4 of them. I did that. But I had these ideas that I had to take more. So I took 2 more, and then 2 more. There was nobody online to talk to. I couldn't login to the forums from my cell phone. I didn't know what to do. So that's what I did. I am okay. I never had a problem except for the miserable fact that I was AWAKE all night! After that much, hoping and thinking that I would get a good night's rest--I didn't. I know that I will have to pay for my transgressions when I see my T and when I talk to my daughter's T. I have harassed them both quite a bit lately as well as the social worker at the shelter office. I owe them all a cup of coffee or something--DocJohn, too.