THANKS FOR ALL THE MESSAGES YESTERDAY: I forgot to mention how decrepit my friend had become in her last months. After leaving an extended detox unit where she successfully came off all heroin and methadone, the inevitable boredom hit and she started dabbling within a month or so. Then she slipped and fell on the stairs and badly broke a leg (she said it was her pelvis, but I'm pretty sure it was a leg break). It was then that osteoporosis was diagnosed and she came home with a walking frame that never left her house. Of course she gravitated back to heroin bigtime during this period, as it is the most efficacious painkiller in the world (though some countries don't use it due to inability to accept that a major "war on drugs" target can also have legitimate medicinal uses. Of course it can. Dur! Of course I am talking about freeze-dried pharmaceutical diamorphine, not street heroin.) So the habit came back. Eventually she did manage to hobble about with a walking stick, but looked so much older than the lady I had first met ten years ago who was so feisty she nearly cut her ex-boyfriend's ear off with a stanley knife on one certain occasion. Anyway, as I said, she barely ever ate anything, bar McDonald's 99p/£1.19p double cheeseburgers or the remainders of other people's takeaways or those legendary crisp sandwiches. No wonder the brittle bones!
I cleaned out all my hamsters with lots of washing up liquid last night. They keep weeing far too much and their home was like a giant urinal. Also Bashful gets bored and chewed giant holes in their bedroom and bathroom walls. Imagine doing that. "What shall I do today? Oh yeah, I'm bored. I know: I'll chew a bloody great hole in the wall!!"
Now I have to go and be bored to death with other junkies in the druggie service waiting room. Boring boring boring!
I am worried about the goldfish - He doesn't look well at all. And I fear it's my fault. He's not even my goldfish, strictly speaking. He came to live with us when Younger Son and Nuora we...
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