So, it's a new year, sorta, and I haven't blogged in God knows how long. But so much has been happening in my life that I just couldn't keep my little fingers from moving.

First off, I've made a huge move. For those of you that know this blog, if anyone is still reading it...You know I lived in NYC and I was going to school there. For those of you that have been following this blog for longer, know that I had a prescription pill issue that my doctor referred me to methadone for. I was emailed by numerous people telling me not to get on methadone, and I know now that it was probably the worst thing I've ever gotten myself into. I was still on it up until about a couple of weeks ago. I went to a clinic, spending over $10,000, to do a rapid detox. It's extremely hard to find information on this program, so I want to just let a little bit of info out. Basically, you're put under general anesthesia and completely detoxed. Then you're put in a room with a nurse under excruciating detox, for a few days. I hardly remember any of it. I was given a Naltrexone implant which is debatable. Apparently it's used to for alcoholics as well. it's supposed to block your receptors and not let your body feel any of the euphoric effects of either narcotics, or alcohol. It also blocks cigarettes I think. Or at least makes them taste like shit. So I have these 5 stitches in my abdomen which are a bitch, because of this implant. And since I've left the country, they can't even take them out for me. Yay! I get to practice being a doctor even before I've managed to reach rounds... I think it's giving me all kinds of side efffects but the doctors and nurses say that they're normal. So there's one update. Wish me luck because I still feel like shit, even if I am a little bit better day by day. Or so people keep telling me. I've also lost about 15 pounds getting off of this shit, which thank god, because I had gained so much weight and I couldn't understand why. Thanks Methadone. :)

So, back to why I initially started this post. I'm going to be in the UK for the next few months being taken care of by someone very special. Someone who has never let me down, and someone that I absolutely love dearly. He has been a good little nurse and taken care of all my pill times and writing everything down. They say in less than a month I'll be "myself" whatever myself is. I don't think I've ever been labeled as anything, nor have I felt "normal" for a pretty long time.... So, no one can blame me or say that I haven't reached out and told people what's going on in Curious World. Of course the fun part comes when I'm better, and I go exploring my surroundings. That should be fun. In this neighborhood, I have a feeling I'll have plenty to share. :)