It's November, dude.
I'm back on my feet, mostly. It'll probably take me the next month to regain comfort in walking, but that's to be expected. Opiate withdrawal was present, even with doctor's help and skipping doses towards the end, but nothing to write home about. Almost exactly like what I read about: four flu-like days with random bouts of unspecified pains and stomach problems. It's prolly a good thing I flushed the remaining pills, too.
It's good to be back, even approximately. You'd think I'd catch up on reading, but it didn't pan out. Went from "reading easily a page a minute" to "needed nine days to re-read Neuromancer," so thank god for audiobooks and text to speech synthesis.