HAMSTERS & HEROIN: Not all junkies are purse-snatching grandmother-killing psychos. I'm keeping this blog to bear witness to that fact.

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DIARY OF A SLOWLY RECOVERING HEROIN ADDICT

I used to take heroin at every opportunity, for over 10 years, now I just take methadone which supposedly "stabilizes" me though I feel more destabilized than ever before despite having been relatively well behaved since late November/early December 2010... and VERY ANGRY about this when I let it get to me so I try not to.

I was told by a mental health nurse that my heroin addiction was "self medication" for a mood disorder that has recently become severe enough to cause psychotic episodes. As well as methadone I take antipsychotics daily. Despite my problems I consider myself a very sane person. My priority is to attain stability. I go to Narcotics Anonymous because I "want what they have" ~ Serenity.

My old blog used to say "candid confessions of a heroin and crack cocaine addict" how come that one comes up when I google "heroin blog" and not this one. THIS IS MY BLOG. I don't flatter myself that every reader knows everything about me and follows closely every single word every day which is why I repeat myself. Most of that is for your benefit not mine.

This is my own private diary, my journal. It is aimed at impressing no-one. It is kept for my own benefit to show where I have been and hopefully to put off somebody somewhere from ever getting into the awful mess I did and still cannot crawl out of. Despite no drugs. I still drink, I'm currently working on reducing my alcohol intake to zero.

If you have something to say you are welcome to comment. Frankness I can handle. Timewasters should try their own suggestions on themselves before wasting time thinking of ME.

PS After years of waxing and waning "mental" symptoms that made me think I had depression and possibly mild bipolar I now have found out I'm schizoaffective. My mood has been constantly "cycling" since December 2010. Mostly towards mania (an excited non-druggy "high"). For me, schizoaffective means bipolar with (sometimes severe)
mania and flashes of depression (occasionally severe) with bits of schizophrenia chucked on top. You could see it as bipolar manic-depression with sparkly knobs on ... I'm on antipsychotic pills but currently no mood stabilizer. I quite enjoy being a bit manic it gives the feelings of confidence and excitement people say they use cocaine for. But this is natural and it's free, so I don't see my "illness" as a downer. It does, however, make life exceedingly hard to engage with...

PPS The "elevated mood" is long gone. Now I'm depressed. Forget any ideas of "happiness" I have given up heroin and want OFF methadone as quick as humanly possible. I'm fed up of being a drug addict. Sick to death of it. I wanna be CLEAN!!!

Attack of the Furry Entertainers!

Attack of the Furry Entertainers!

Friday, August 31, 2007

Evilstein. Robos. Childhood Poo Pain.

HEY THIS IS THURSDAY'S POST... I MISSED MIDNIGHT BY three seconds ... not thanks to my own dallying but thanks to Googles up-****ing. Thanxx a log Google...

EVILSTEIN, MY OBJECTIONABLE LANLORD'S AGENT came bursting in this afternoon, knocking my drink over, telling me the place is too untidy
(he thinks I should dispose of all I own and subsist in an operating theatre. Even then, like the legendary military tent-inspection, I know he'd find fault enough with whatever I did to label the surgical blankness "dirty".

Evilstein's useless henchmen had to measure up in order to fit/order/install replacement windows~(??!) I cannot help but wonder what extremes they will be pushed to in the bodge-job stakes with this particular assignment ... What will go wrong?... Windows that don't fit? Ones that don't open (that's more Evilstein's style). PVCu monstrosities that go cloudy in the sun..?? Something's bound to go dramatically wrong!

I had horrible dreams all night last night. Some recurring nightmare of being under arrest in a giant hi-tech police station. Can't even remember the alleged "crime" but I've never done it. What I recall was that it was all symbolic of my giving up drugs. Seeing that no escape was possible I turned to plotting methods of suicide. Eventually settling on an undeclared hunger strike to weaken the body then to take a piece of metal, a shard of glass, plastic even or a paperclip or anything that is sharp or could be sharpened, anything that I could muster in desperation and lunge at, tear into my flesh deep enough to gash open a major blood vessel open in the dead of night and lie there quietly bleeding in rivers of my own blood wrapped in sheets trying not to sob or scream out, just to get through it right to the bitter end... and then... Sunrise.

Not to perpetrate Natural Justice upon myself for I had done nothing wrong (not, at least the major crime of which I was accused). But just to Go Home... finally. At long last. Just to Get Out of there and Go Home... Where I belong.

Woke up in a sweat and feeling sick for drugs. The methadone I'd taken had not been enough.

I've always been useless at detoxification. A big crying baby whose dummy has been taken away. (Only by my own choice!) Of course I've managed these past 33 years without a dummy but o! At the time, aged 2, I bet: the horrors! The pains I went through!!

Imagine if you can that we could all recall in detail the protracted agonies of our own babyhoods? The hot nights crying ill with childhood fevers, the horrors of teething, the constant upsets. All those hours on end we have spent lying abandoned and bawling our eyes out with curried nappies and nobody is running here fast enough (Mum is probably fast asleep and I don't blame her. Looking after me must have been so exhausting.) At 4am nobody hears your screams. And time, of course, passes ten, twenty, perhaps thirty times more slowly through the infant mind... only multiplying one's discomforts... What an agony life would be if we all grew up remembering all of that... And we'd all think we had the excuse to grow up into heroin addicts - addled by the sheer trauma of not having been coddled ...

Not much in the way of robo-news today. Last night I gave them Red Label 40 teabags box with tiny windows sniped into each of six sides. Itchy, once he got fed up of being loop-the-looped by the 2 heavier wheel-marathon-ing hammies, spent hours in there, washing his wet fur even wetter and attacking alien-fingered millet sprays...

Wow I'm knock-knack-knackered. I'm sure I've still got dregs of that Chronic Fatigue Syndrome from eleven years past. As every time I physically push myself I end up oversleeping... hours and hours on end... for days and days at a time...


2-day's vids:
Sly and the Family Stone: Family Affair
Sinead: Sacrifice
"Moonfall": Making a Record...
(original link was to "take ii")

Sly Stone's Website! http://slystonemusic.com


Sly stone

13 comments:

Mark said...

Thanks for visiting my blog the other day. Impressive digs you have here. Congrats. Authoring five blog must keep you busy. I love Sly and the family stone, by the way.

Crazed Nitwit said...

HI there. Sorry about the night mares. They suck and I hope you don't have anymore.

Can I ask you a question? Have you ever done meth. My moronic 18yo tried it and it sent him inot a manic tailspin and he landed in ER. They gave him lots of ativan and he feels better. I honestly think he scared the crap outta himself. He was the one who insisted his friends(not the meth people, kid thought he had tried cocaine)take him to the hospital. I was just curious if you knew anything about it.

Janice-the mother who would kill whoever gave her kid meth but he won't tell. Good thing. I'd hate jail.

Audrey said...

I think Sinead O'conners version of sacrifice is one of the best Ive heard.

I sympathise with you regarding the nightmares, not pleasant, but I think there is something positive in your psyche coming through, hence the sunrise, not an easy journey all the same

Im really enjoying the daily adventures of the Robo hammys such different little personalities..lol

Puss-in-Boots said...

Hi Gleds

I'm answering your questions on my blog about the Northern Territory escape.

No, Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef, Whitsundays, etc are in Far North Queensland...only about one-and-a-half to two hours' flight away from Brisbane, where I am. Great country...

Anonymous said...

Mark: Ah but I hardly put anything in the other four! Except youtube screens!!

Janice: short answer is no... in my day "speed" was amphetamine sulphate (here) not methamphetamine... all I know about ice/crystal/whatever the kids call it is it's meant to be v nasty

Audrey: I hope so!

Puss-in-Boots: How typical of me to get that wrong!! ... OK so Northern Territory is more to the left hand side, centre at the top..?

Akelamalu said...

Love Sly and the Family Stone! I had a dummy til I was 5!

Just wanted to say thankyou for your lovely comment on my post yesterday about my grandson. x

Anonymous said...

Ake: A dummy till you were five..?? Did you? I can't actually remember having a dummy so I'd assumed I was "weaned" off at a v young age... on 2nd thoughts though maybe I got the age a bit younger than it actually was!

Tea said...

Nightmares suck. Hope you get your windows in nicely and they don`t mess up :)
I didn`t have a dummy and ended up sucking my thumb until I was eleven. One bad habit I was able to beat at least :) Good thing LOL

tea
xo

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Hi, Gleds. Well, at leats you have given Evilstein that name and I'm sure that must help! Hope you don't have nightmares tonight. Auguri

The Discovering Alcoholic said...

Totally off topic Gled, but I had one of the most awesome Japanese dinners the other night. During the meal I thought "this is one of those things Gled would take a picture of and blog". Didn't have the camera, but since I was thinking of you I wanted to drop by and say hi.

Take care of yourself.

Anonymous said...

but we understand what we wanna say!!!
HUAHUAHUAHUAHUAAA

Anonymous said...

Tea-&-Margaritas: My brother used to suck his thumb... making an annoying clucking noise... until he was far older than I was when I stopped... and his thumb had this enormous blister-type thing on it from all the wetness (I spose)... Also I do recall my dentist warning that excessive thumbsucking actually could lead to rabbit-style BUCK TEETH! (Hope you didn't get 'em.) (But I bet that's a lie anyhow. wouldn't surprise me. You can never trust dentists. An undercover investigation some years ago revealed many were prepared to perform fillings and extractions on teeth that were HEALTHY ... JUST FOR THE MONEY... which does not surprise me AT ALL

Welshcakes: I'd like to have called him something that rhymes with "hunt" styne.. but am snookered by my own personal swearing ban on this blog!

Discovering: If I had a camera I surely would have!

Peaceful/Paisible said...

Looking after me must have been so exhausting.)
why did you write this...i feel there is something to think about in this sentence...and I agree with Audrey, things are emerging slowly but they are...i know it must be painful...hold on dear one...

I WANT OFF METHADONE AS QUICK AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE!

METHADONE ~ A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH







Heroin Shortage: News

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Christiane F

"Wir, Kinder vom Bahnhoff Zoo" by "Christiane F", memoir of a teenage heroin addict and prostitute, was a massive bestseller in Europe and is now a set text in German schools. Bahnhoff Zoo was, until recently, Berlin's central railway station. A kind of equivalent (in more ways than one) to London's King's Cross... Of course my local library doesn't have it. So I'm going to have to order it through a bookshop and plough through the text in German. I asked my druggieworker Maple Syrup, who is Italiana how she learned English and she said reading books is the best way. CHRISTIANE F: TRAILER You can watch the entire 120-min movie in 12 parts at my Random blog. Every section EXCEPT part one is subtitled in English (sorry: but if you skip past you still get the gist) ~ to watch it all click HERE.

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Drugs Videos

Most of these come from my Random blog, which is an electronic scrapbook of stuff I thought I might like to view at some time or other. For those who want to view stuff on drugs I've collected the very best links here. Unless otherwise stated these are full-length features, usually an hour or more.

If you have a slow connexion and are unused to viewing multiscreen films on Youtube here's what to do: click the first one and play on mute, stopping and starting as it does. Then, when it's done, click on Repeat Play and you get the full entertainment without interruption. While you watch screen one, do the same to screens 2, 3 and so on. So as each bit finishes, the next part's ready and waiting.

Mexican Black Tar Heroin: "Dark End"

Khun Sa, whose name meant Prince Prosperous, had been, before his death in the mid 2000s, the world's biggest dealer in China White Heroin: "Lord of the Golden Triangle"

In-depth portrait of the Afghan heroin trade at its very height. Includes heroin-lab bust. "Afghanistan's Fateful Harvest"

Classic miniseries whose title became a catchphrase for the misery of life in East Asian prison. Nicole Kidman plays a privileged middle-class girl set up to mule heroin through Thai customs with the inevitable consequences. This is so long it had to be posted in two parts. "Bangkok Hilton 1" (first 2 hours or so); "Bangkok Hilton 2" (last couple of hours).

Short film: from tapwater-clear H4 in the USA to murky black Afghan brown in Norway: "Heroin Addicts Speak"

Before his untimely death this guy kept a video diary. Here's the hour-long highlights as broadcast on BBC TV: "Ben: Diary of a Heroin Addict". Thanks to Noah for the original link.

Some of the most entertaining scenes from Britain's top soap (as much for the poor research as anything else). Not even Phil Mitchell would go from nought to multi-hundred pound binges this fast: "Phil Mitchell on Crack" (just over 5 minutes).

Scientist lady shows us how to cook up gear: "How Much Citric?" Lucky cow: her brown is 70% purity! Oddly we never see her actually do her hit... maybe she got camera shy...

And lastly:

German documentary following a life from teenage addiction to untimely death before the age of 30. The decline in this girl's appearance is truly shocking. "Süchtig: Protokoll einer Hilflosigkeit". Sorry no subtitles; this is here for anyone learning German who's after practice material a little more gripping than Lindenstraße!































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