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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!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Away Day Return

MESSED UP DR APPOINTMENT: something went wrong re the dr's appointment between me, my family, my worker, the dr, and the time but I've got another for later today so no harm done. I had to pick up a methadone script for next week anyhow. And I saw some nutters I know. And some junkies I know. Nutter-junkies are the best. Only type I truly understand.

Where me and normal junkies go off at tangents is in lifestyle as there was no way I was barging into shops every single day, multiple shops per day, stocking up, hiding it all in alleys and bins and hoping no other bastard shoplifter or tramp runs off with it all, then when all that's done having to sell the crap, probably feeling tired and your lovely customers being able to read how desperate you are (not that I've ever "sold stolen goods" but say, hypothetically, that I did it as a favour for someone else; then that someone would have been really surprised at how much cash I got, as I came in daisy-fresh and got money for their toothpaste and shampoo (when I didn't know it shocked me just how humdrum these shoplifted items are! I thought addicts nicked nice stuff. Not coffee, headache pills and razors! Another thing that shocked me was realizing that stuff on sale in small shops was often shoplifted from bigger shops, sold on at less than wholesale. The kind of shop that would go nuts if you got caught nicking from THEM, the hypocrites!) anyway shoplift thing over... what was I on about. O yeah

here's a point (at last)

how can I possibly know how much another person suffers? How good or bad they feel? That's (part of) what stopped me thinking I was clinically depressed when I was. Not having a point of comparison, even among people I hung out with and/or knew very well. As everyone's personal hell is their own, y'know...

Well I SLEPT 8 HOURS which was lovely. From about 6:30 to 2AM. OK probably 7 and a bit all told, and that... does it make up for last night's hardly any sleep? I dunno. I got up at 2am last night after taking the zopiclone late so I can't have got much more than an hour and a half sleep. I write down my sleep for this diary thing I WAS doing properly. Or going to to. You ALL won't remember; someone will.

O I hate going to doctors to describe how I am not how some physical ailment is affecting me. That's a headfucker if you think about it. Doesn't psychiatry mean "care for the soul". Does my soul need caring for? Shouldn't I myself do the caring? What can a headshrinker actually do for me? Apart from write down their medicalized version of how and who I am and think about prescribing drugs of their own. While telling me not to take ones obtained for FAR TOO MUCH MONEY from bastards on mountain bikes.

My phone is full of desperate text messages telling how THEIR gear is the best how one "runs" amazingly even though I'd never in a zillion years SMOKE THE CRAP. Unless it's H4 [for injection] I'm not in the remotest bit interested. H4 is pure white heroin hydrochloride. China White is still heroin. Heroin is shit. I wouldn't actually take heroin. But enjoy the oblique "your wares are shit" dig. Plus being way more knowledgeable than the idiot selling it. Surely if you're retailing you wanna know your product? But they don't. Hence the absolute SKANK sold during the worst part of this ongoing drought....

Khhh. My worker listened very closely when I described having once given up caffeine and cigarettes. Caffeine for more than a year. Cigs for at least 6 possibly as long as 9 months. And the mental persuasion entailed in dumping nicotine. My point was I was so intensely addicted to heroin none of that ever worked on me. Heroin was as intertwined round my soul as anything ever has been. Total and utter addiction. Never again!

And yes I do need to remember this. I'm the sort of bastard who doesn't recognize the same landscape in summer and winter. Message to self:~ Seasons change. No heroin in any season. Thank you.

I was so knackered today. I actually came down to the ground in the morning. Like coming home after a wild an whacky holiday (Vacation you Americans! Not Xmas hols)... yeah an adventurous holiday. Imagine sunning yourself on a beach on Ko Phi Phi, which is said to be sublime, somehow the walls of your own living room impinge into this scene and a sun-lounger turns into your own chair. Wow! Then I had a bit of coffee to get me through both these appointments and I was flying yummily again. On less coffee than most people take to get to Work!!! How amazing is that. Free illegal drugs in my coffee. Wow. Anyway I was so tired I was zombified on the outside, bizzy-buzzing on the inside. Which meant whenever anybody asked me a question I suddenly sprang to life and wouldn't stop rabbitting. Then stared into space again: wearied close to exhaustion. That's why I slept so very long, and it did feel like 18 hours, not just under 8... like when you wring out a sponge and wring and wring more and more water so I got all the sleep out of me I could. A nice good long lie in. Getting up early AM. Yeah I know it's stupid. It's also fantastic not to be addicted to sleep any more. Not the way I was. Not struggling to function on 10, 12, 14, 16 and even more hours. Get my attitude to sleep now? It hits me like a disease and I can't function through exhaustion, depression and sheer ukkhhh-ness. THIS is why I have a rave, an ongoing party when suddenly I'm OK, don't need DAYS of sleep don't need don't want get rid of my old shitty life... ukk. Live on fresh air! That's the ideal. Like a sky blue flower aginst a blue sky. Blue into infinite sunny blue and cool fresh air. I'd love to live in Switzerland, wouldn't you? OK I'm gonna leave it there else this will never get finished.

RESTFUL CLASSICAL MUSIC. OK the restful is sarcasm. Sometimes I am sarcastic you know. E.g. when I asked would a caramel cadbury's creme egg set me off hyper. I'm not the kind to get high off a red smartie you know. And as for caffeine... all it used to do was give insomnia and anxiety. Never got high off that cept when I was on Prozac or naturally high anyway (not drug high).


oh man: well you might like it, I'm saying nothing about this one

OK we're starting to go down a blind alley with this one but here:
05:04 finally got this to play properly: what an oppressive dirge! doesn't suit my mood at all. I far prefer that On With the Story Higher than the Eiffel track (look for a tiny little box, shrunken youtube screen last Sunday) for clish-clashing waves of music. Does anybody like this?:~~~~~

Illustrated: I was trying to find bindweed to illustrate heroin and me and that's the flower ~ WHAT AN AMAZING COLOUR BLUE! The bottom shows what bindweed actually does, view from a beach, Ko Phi Phi (Thailand) which is pronounced "pea pea"


Anonymous said...

Really hope something works for you man. You seem to have an excess of energy at the moment and not getting the sleep you need. I know it's not the same but I have gone through bouts of insomnia and found exercise a great help. Go for a 4 hour walk for example. Cut back the coffee and drink hot chocolate instead.

Gledwood said...

I've got to go to an appointment in the morning. I knew I wouldn't sleep through so I'm fine with getting up at 2am I like being at the methadonery the minute it opens...

... I used to get insomnia during my teens, then in my late teens it got more insistent. It meant I didn't sleep all night.

What annoys me about drs is when I say I don't sleep I really don't.

Even drug detox. Everyone said they weren't sleeping and I watched them do it. What did my head in worst was the night staff obviously needed to sleep on shift so there's me clucking feeling shit trying to wake nobody up with nobody to talk to.

And I left on Day 3. The first place was City Roads in London which is an emegency clinic for "crisis" the punters are certainly interesting, if you want a lot of prison, crime and free thriller-style entertainment conversation which was well out of my league but really intriguing to listen to. One of their rules was "no prison talk" I told a counsellor "well the prison talk gives a sense of perspective" never having been inside I didn't have the "well it could be worse"s it was fucking shit

and being told herbal teas were somehow going to help me... gimme a break!

fair dos they're caffeine free that's about ALL they're going to do for a detoxing junkie

if you can barely feel the best heroin any more what the fuck is cammomile tea going to do for you except make you feel a bit warmer?

Physically I'm pretty knackered to tell you the truth my mind is going beautifully still but nowhere near as intense as last week. Even last week I wasn't the same level all the time I had to pick my moments to try and make phone calls. Then the credit ran out anyhow and now I can't find my own Money Card so I'm living on a £20 I borrowed until I can get my head round either finding or replacing that thing

longer I don't spend, more money so it's all good

akkk you set off a bit of a rant, i hope this answers and much more!

ha ha

are you not sleeping, or across the world? if I go and check now I'll never answer....

take it easy :-)

Gledwood said...

O wow it's YOU!! Lone Grey Squirrel I saw the photo and thought "that's not very original I know someone else with that avatar" and it was you!

i thought it said "ig-squirrel" not LG-squirrel

MALAYSIA wow you must have some fantastic beaches out there the photos I've seen of Malaysia are sublime

and Malaysian food was the best ever we had Malaysian Restaurant one night. Amazing. Chinese-Malysian probably like Chinese-Thai-Indian to a British person like me and better than any one. If I could only get and do Halal Malaysian food that would be for me as I'm not into prawns, don't like seafood and won't eat pork. That's why I thought when I learn to cook properly I'll do Malaysian or Indonesian I know they're probably as similar as French and Italian but... well if I came from Asia to Europe I'd think all South Europe looked the same. That's what gets me when people talk about Germany or Holland as if they're Mars, they're practically the same! The differences are minor!

German chocolate and desserts are way better than British. We have a shop called Lidl which is a German supermarket specializing in budget food. Their savory is as good as British (probably better, considering it's a budget shop) but the sweets are amazing. High cocoa content chocolate, proper nice ice cream... wow)

OK I'll leave it there how are you??!!!

I'm just about to ping over and see anyhow


Merle said...

Hi Gleds ~~ Thanks for your comments and yes all is well at my house - no floods and reasonable health. Like you, I have been too sick once or twice to go the the doctor, so know what you mean.
I am glad to hear when you say you are "not allowed" it is because of your self-control. Well done.
My Dr. says we can leave the kidney stones alone for now (which suits me)Have to see a specialist next week for a second opinion.
Sorry you have been having trouble sleeping and hope you settle down.
Thanks for the Viva Australia for the floods and Australia Day yesterday.
Glad the meetings help a bit- and I'm thrilled that you are craving
(and they are more obsessed with
drugs than you. Viva Gledwood.
I love the Serenity Prayer. Take
care my friend, Love, Merle.

Gledwood said...

Hi Merle

The problem with drugs and me is I can never be too sure of myself. I feel sure now. I do entire days without thinking of taking heroin, which I never used to. But I know my mood can change. It always used to.

I go to a mental health drugs meeting which is way better. THEY get me, NA don't, they only get half of me. But NA also talk about taking life on life's terms. They are a group for what we have in common ~ addiction ~ not everything else, and also say you do better focusing on similarities than differences. So I take them for what they are, what they can offer (serenity) ~ they can also offer a refuge if I'm craving and depressed. I'm much more likely to crave when depreseed than feeling good. I'm starting to see there was probably truth (rather than just a nice attractive idea) in the phrase "self medicating" that my old key worker used to use. I probably was self-medicating. I certainly felt vile without heroin, even on methadone and slowly realized I probably felt more vile than most people do. They talk about feeling "flat" whereas I felt suicidal. Not every day, but a lot of days. Or so depressed I just did nothing at all.

I just heard about that Flood Tax. That's pretty clever politically. Means nobody can complain about it!

As for the damage... don't even want to think about that one. I hope it all gets fixed soon, that's all.

And I'm glad you're OK.

Take care




Heroin Shortage: News

If you are looking for the British Heroin Drought post, click here; the latest word is in the comments.

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!

Nosey Quiz! Have you ever heard voices when you weren't high on drugs?

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