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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!

Monday, March 31, 2008

Ransacked! & Blue Imperial Leather Soap

LAST NIGHT I helped poor distraught Laundretta move the last of her things OUT of her old room. I say "last of her things"; I mean a couple of tartan washbags' worth... out of about 25 tartan washbags full of Laundretta's copious possessions (indeed t'was mostly laundry, 't'as t'be said..!

Matran being otherwise engaged (and sometimes thoroughly selfish, it has to be said) Laundretta said I was the ONLY person who had helped her move OUT of this double room full of bad memories... and into a SINGLE room where she can at least put some distance between them. They shall not be living as a couple any more. That is the theory, at least...

Because with nary a couple of days' notice, Evilstein has minded himself to knock my room and hers together into one generic supergarret (TWO superbly-double-glazed windows with GENUINE uPVC white frames! And two doors that have been so repeatedly ran at, squashed, bashed in, forced, wheedled, kicked at, carded and otherwise tampered with plus, in Laundretta's case about 25 copies of her keys (front door key included) are floating about the supposedly "lost" property of mysterious London... that in her stupors she has mislaid then had to beg the office for reinstatements... in the end she and Matran thought "get lost" and took to barging the front door open themselves so there it's been, swinging open all hours of night and day. Stingy Evilstein even (and this is monumentally SUPID if you consider the implications) REMOVED the latch from said front door so having lived with said door perpetually "on the latch" so to speak for weeks on end we now had an automatic "slam locked" front door that was more likely lock us out than ever before! And hence more likely yet again to get kicked in! Because that's what happens in vulgar houses with cupboard lock front doors. Evilstein and Butterstein, the two landlords, are in a lot of trouble, apparently for taking literally thousands of pounds off the local council's EMERGENCY HOUSING SECTION in weekly rent yet giving execrable service in return...

Dur! Hey this is what I wanted to tell you.... have you ever wanted to ransack and trash a room? Come on! We surely ALL have... well LAST NIGHT I got my chance. Drawers were pulled out, clothing strewn, cushions flung up high and trainers (that is "sneakers" to all ye Americans) clonking down with them. Chairs upended, table collapsed. Wow. Yeah!

The surly man who turned up this morning to complete the emptying of her room (and I mean emptying down to stripped-of-all-cupboards and wardrobes type of empty... totally stripped... he accused ME of interfering! Whatever gave him that idea!! I said hang on I WAS HERE LAST NIGHT with Laundretta, the ONLY person she had to help her (Matran's flown back away to family situations that's why she's in such a quandry loose canon last straw not knowing what on earth to do...) Yeah this man thought I HAD ransacked the room! I said hang on I WAS HERE HELPING last night and Laundretta was very upset. Eventually she just had to leave most of her stuff and stormed out going utterly BERZERK on the street (that's what she wanted me to tell them. She hates them for being so 2-faced with her...) so I told henchman this how I'd helped and we'd been searching out Matran's middle-aged reading glasses. He gazed at me in baleful disbelief. Then I pointed out that I'd fallen into the profoundest slumber and, because Evilstein has YET AGAIN failed to fix our door, or poor Laundretta's door LITERALLY ANYBODY FROM THE STREET was well able to sneak up, infiltrate her room and do anything there. So all flinging, streaming, strewing and upending ahoy ~ I got away with it!!

Butterstein the ueberlandlord was talking to me all jokey (which made Surly even more so: jealous that I appeared to get on fluently with the boss. Indeed I do in a 0.1 millimetre deep kind of a way. Surlystein doesn't realize how little love is lost between Butterstein (so-named because just like a blob of butter if you slip on this you can do yourself a yukky injury) when I requested I might have until tomorrow morning to clear my old room. This was agreed. And I've spend the day diligently filling the new room with specially selected best stuff. And littering the old room with pooily deselected old stuff. I'm ridding it myself as I could not bear some Evilsteinian henchman a-poking so-on through...

Now I simply MUST go this post has taken an hour longer than it ever meant to (according to their timer I've been on one hour precisely and it feels an hour too long I'm utterly exhausted and literally sleeping on my feet. I have to go but not before thanking you all profusely for the conglomeration of advice yous all gave me... I honestly did feel the need of a 2nd, 3rd... and 26th, 27th, 28th... opinion yesterday... as the Bible declares (in the book of proverbs take a multitude of counsel when in a quandry and you'll be fine)... and fine I am so thank you all very much indeed!

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The Blue Imperial Leather is something Laundretta'd left behind, still wrapped, on her sink. I broke it open today and it smells of lavvy cleaner, quite obnoxious... toilet-ducky, I spose you could rate it... least it's not as bad as that public swimming baths aroma using warmed up bleach tends to give...

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PS No more fighting robos! Why? Because I removed their teabox and every bit of furniture but the wheel. Now they're forced to live together and do so in furrily amusing harmony... three furry gremlin pompoms asleep and licking themselves in a row all day in the corner...

20 comments:

Liz Hinds said...

You crashed on my first attempt! Anyways, here now.

What terific fun trashing a room must be. I don't know if I'd be able to do it. If I'd be able to free myself enough to let fly. Would be fun to try though ...

Gledwood said...

I know it was SUCH fun and I pretty much got away with it (bloody henchman and his girlie intuition ha!)_ here's what I replied chez vous about Georgie's Pu-Pu gobbling exploits...

George has eaten horse-pooze? Dear me! And I was about to remark how like a white Baby Itchy the guy actually is... though did you know hamsters do snack on their own droppings? They do apparently 2 different pooze; a first (edible) poopoo and a second "been-through-the-system-twice" poopooze and that's INedible.... so perhaps George has more in common with Baby Itchy than first furry glance would testify... I can't see Baby Itchy inter-species poo-poo snacking, however. Picknicking upon horse-pooze would be too disgusting even for her

ps our Gledeber once ate her pooze: it is called "copraphagia" so I hear! eeuuuuu/!!//////////////

Gledwood said...

ps WHEN did George eat the horse-pooze?

pps do you like my spelling? it reflects my early-chidhood belief that a "poo" was always called a "pooze", plural. Absolutely no idea why...

Gledwood said...

THIS is the end of the bastard post. Only I CANNOT POST IT as visual verification not working and other things gremlinnified gyp and if I don't drop it down here I know I shall lose it

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The Blue Imperial Leather is something Laundretta'd left behind, still wrapped, on her sink. I broke it open today and it smells of lavvy cleaner, quite obnoxious... toilet-ducky, I spose you could rate it... least it's not as bad as that public swimming baths aroma using warmed up bleach tends to give...

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PS No more fighting robos! Why? Because I removed their teabox and every bit of furniture but the wheel. Now they're forced to live together and do so in furrily amusing harmony... three furry gremlin pompoms asleep and licking themselves in a row all day in the corner...

Gledwood said...

and it bloody went and did it... 1st time last time... how typical!... now I GOTTA get home and get some sleep I'm UTTERLY XHAUSTED! NIGHTNIGHT Y'ALLS!

G
xx

Anonymous said...

I hope you are comfortable in your new digs.

Bimbimbie said...

... does sound like fun to let rip and go crazy. A couple of times when I've felt enraged and wanted to smash something I got a sudden flash of myself having to clear up the mess ;( lol. I hope the new room, is a change in direction for you *!*

Gledwood said...

EILEEN thanks I've not forgotten that London message for you I will be able to post that up tomorrow it's all written down on paper already so no hassle.

BIMBIMBIE it was fun! I didn't cause serious damage just chucked cushions up in the air etc

I'm so exceedingly tired I gotta go get some rest. Can't believe it's merely 20 past 10 it feels like 3 in the morning... MUST sleep I've got the last of upstairs to finish behind me later and nothing for no-one to worry about now

this new room is luxury and lovely and because I've separated RUBBISH from KEEPING THINGS I've such an advantage over before, which ended up with blackbinbags full and unable to chuck them because some tiny bit among the rubbish was potentially salvable

righto: gotta go...

NIGHT NIGHT Y'ALL!

Bimbimbie said...

hi gleds ...the Bimbimbie Kookies have been laughing their beaks off over your last comment and you can hear them next time you wander over.

Oh and they said to tell you they have spotted Hares munching on their personally manufactured "malt drops"
... they always get a cackle over that *!* x

Bimbimbie said...

err your comment my blog that was supposed to read ;)

Hope you had a great sleep in your new place zzzzz *!*

Keshi said...

so did u move into ur new room in LITE mode? :)

Keshi.

Anonymous said...

WOOHOO! You ransacked and trashed a room; not many get an opportunity like that where they don't have to clean up! I did it to a whole house once - it was okay ... about to be demolished! Have had a slab of Imperial Leather Soap in the cupboard for years, but every time I peel a little of the paper away to smell it - it goes right back into that cupboard *slammed shut* Hope you're settling and getting cosy in new place :)

Nicole said...

I really hope you like your new room and that it all works out :)

Gledwood said...

Bimbimbie: o yeah & twas SPECIALLY gratifying to have offended someone who is shit anyway by doing so har big bloody har har HAR. Ukk. Kookaburras I have not heard chez toi should I have plugged in the olde speakers or yay?

Keshi: I moved lite until the end. Then I just had piles of stuff I had to leave or die so I admit... I took too much of it... but know exactly which pile is which and just need to resort. No way was I chucking out childhood snapshots just bc they were mixed in with rubbish...



Anon: It was good yeah man it was very good

Nicole: cheers!

Arjan said...

I've been away for far too long.
I had a landlord once who got the 'title' of worst landlord of my city while I rented at one of his rooms..but it never was as bad as yours :S It sounds like plain criminal.

I like the Mama's and the papa's music.

Anonymous said...

Hehehe :)

Akelamalu said...

Have you moved into your new room yet? That was good of you helping Laundretta and you had some fun doing it!

Gledwood said...

Arjan: yeah it's all been happening here!

Mago: and a big ho-ho-ho too!

Akelamalu: yeah all moved in! just a few old scarves and torn binliners on the floor of the old one

(nearly put "cold one" there: fraudian typo or something..?)

Anonymous said...

Maybe I am wrong, but you mentioned a unlockable and insecure door. Is that fixed?

Gledwood said...

No! Don't know when our door with EVER get fixed...

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