I had a very difficult time adapting. After a traumatizing incident I was in ER 3 times in a week for injuries. I was a big hot mess. Told drs I was confusing all the meds they were giving me. I was given 2 different pain narcotics, xanax, muscle relaxers, and already took prescription 800 mg IB Profin. There were at least 3 big white pills. I would awake in panic and take more xanax. I feel like I was catapolted into another world where nothing made sense. Like a zombie, I accepted an invite to a neighbors for christmas eve where I drank on top of this. I remember very little than panic. I would wake up with xanax spilled all over my floor and bed. I was not adjusting well at all. This continued for nearly 2 weeks until I did not wake up one day and my daughter found me. She took me to the hospital and I could not really walk, was semi coherent, and hospitalized. I remember professionals asking things and seemingly not understanding my reaction, such as when did you eat last?why?. I was very agitated and I wondered what was wrong with the world as my world ceased to exist. Yes I was agitated.