I kind of hope she does get the Fentanyl. I was on 100 mcg/hour and that fucking bitch refused to take me to the hospital after dosing me improperly (and also did things that increased the absorption like insisting on putting heating pads on it). I was in too much pain and too heavily drugged to know what was going on.  She made me go through withdrawal not once, not twice, not thrice, but four fucking times. I didn't even have the muscles to throw up or curl up into a ball. I would lay on the carpet in the living room and scream all day. She would berate me for "refusing to sleep." They forced me to leave the house at dawn to shove me into the pool, claiming I needed to not "be lazy" in the morning, when I couldn't even wipe my ass. Just yesterday they had the fucking audacity to tell me how "traumatic" it was for her to watch me be like that. And they've subjected me to other, legally-defined human rights violations, which they've never apologized for. Knowing how karma works (namely, that it doesn't), she'll never suffer for what she's done. But I sure hope she does. Edit: I made that all about me -- sorry. I'm truly sorry to hear of your struggles and am so thankful you're past that part of your life. Major major major kudos for overcoming that.