I was sick yesterday and my methadone did not do it's job. So last night I was impatiently waiting to go to bed so I could wake up the next day and have my dose. I got up through the night about 5-6 times and morning seemed like it would never come. It finally did, so I had my dose and I started to feel better until I got a phone call from someone chasing money. My long depressing wait for normality was shattered again. Now I am desperately waiting for tomorrow morning.