REGULAR READERS may have noticed a sudden change of tone in this blog.This is down partially to my having discovered ~ through my blog's followers who somehow found me ~ a new set of bloggers either using or going clean, writing about their experience the way I used to ~ when I wasn't drowning in trivia! You can access this new world (new to me) via my "users' blogs" link up top. In a way you could say I'm replying to what many of these people have said. I also feel I need to leave a witness statement of how life is ~ scungy as it may be ~ while I am still using. Or swaying between temporarily on-methadone-clean and back-on-heroin dirty.
I must leave details of where I am, especially as I intend to move away from this place.
I hate being like this. The pain of living stuck between two intentions, totally at the mercy of the whims of my illness hurts too much.
What also depresses me is the realization I've come to ~ via some of your comments @ that Clean is something I might want. And sincerely desire it. But I just don't want it enough. And that hurts me.
When people really turn the corner, they say they would go to any lengths to get where they have to be. I've shown myself unwilling to do this.
Yet I want it. I do want it.
I'm also depressed that methadone doesn't hold me enough. The dosage I'm on should replace all the feelings I can get from heroin enough that some people say that, at this level, they can barely feel heroin at all. Yet this is not the case with me. Some years ago I used to be able to take 70mg a day and feel a bulletproof hold around me. Now the hold feels all too frail and ragged... Perhaps addiction has marched on with sister time...
Nowadays on the methadone I wake feeling like an ice block every single morning. I'm not withdrawing, I'm not "sick"... but I do feel blank and empty and under the weather. Heroin of course takes all this away...
... So I don't know what to do.
I'll leave you with a hamsters song I sing to "Baby" Itchy ~ my One Tame Robbie ~ when I'm feeling dur:
Itchy's covered in fur
Itchy's covered in fur
Eee-aye-a-dairy-mouse
Itchy's covered in fur
Hmmm: hardly liable to win me poet-laureate-hood, is it?
Here's a classic from Youtube... from a Japanese TV show (hence "hamu-STAAA!" CAT AND HAMSTER... this lil' kitty seems to think the winter-white Russian hammy is her OFFSPRING..(!)
And I take it the cat IS a "she"... (somehow looks that way...)
And last but not least, here's something more inspirational I'm sending to my Gran, who's slowly dying of cancer in a nursing home. She's so morphinated she's barely conscious these days. I know William Wordsworth is her favourite poet, so maybe it'll bring back some sparkle from days of yore...
The following lines from Wordsworth
Ode
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
PS WHEN I WAS LOOKING for pictures of a "secret diary" I stumbled across this reference to the Secret Diary of William Byrd... has anyone out there heard of this guy?
Oh and BTW here's the Mamas and Papas: I got Creeque Alley back again (as some of y'all may have noticed, the one on my sidebar hasn't run for about 35,000 years...) so THAT has been replaced by THIS herebelow... which DOES indeed run very well indeed. The clip is from the Ed Sullivan show, which I know OF well but have never seen in my life...
I used to watch the Ed Sullivan show. It was one of those shows the whole family would watch. Watch a few videos one right after another and imagine some lame ass Kraft commercial in between and you've got the whole really big shoe.
ReplyDeleteI think more than needing to want to be clean, you have to really hate the heroin. As long as you love it, it will have more power.
Oh Gledwood. I have been exposed to patients who suffered from substance abuse, I can't say I enjoyed that aspect of nursing care. I always felt unsafe around them and was once sandwiched between a patient and a several nurses, physician and police officers attempting to subdue the patient. He had me by my neck and all I could think about was how my husband and family would react if they were told the news that I was dead. I am glad you are consciously trying to become clean. It may require a herculean effort for a task that is almost sisyphian. I hope you summon all your might and courage and I will be waiting, watching and hoping for your success.
ReplyDeleteI think you should continue to write as you write. Be as frank and honest as your heart desires.
ReplyDeleteThere are as many ways to live in this world as there are people in this world, and each one deserves a closer look. And the close look you give us, is, well, to be honest, at times for me it is disturbing. But it's an insight into a world I never knew about. For others it's a world all too familiar and it gives them hope - hope that they are not alone or as lost as they once thought they were.
I like your style of writing. A lot of times, people like to hold back and don't say what they wanna say. It eats them up inside because they can only show part of the truth, rather than the whole truth. But you don't hold back. Heck, you even go so far to give visuals (I can still see that vomit picture vividly in mind...)!
And to give a little encouragement, don't give up. By saying, "Yet I want it. I do want it," you're trying. And as long as you honestly do try, that is what is most important. Because you can give up and say it is a lost cause. But you're not ready to give up. And I think the more you keep trying, the better you get at achieving your goals, whatever they may be.
P.S. I'll send a prayer out to your Gran.
Hi Gleds -
ReplyDeleteThanks for re-posting that Mamas and Papas vid. It is classic!!
PS - I left a message for you on Noah's blog.
I think you've hit the nail on the head, Gleds, when you say you don't want to be clean hard enough. I used to smoke and although I know it's nowhere near the addiction of heroin, I was addicted and also I enjoyed smoking. Then one day, years ago, I suddenly came to the conclusion that it was costing me...my health as well as my purse and that was that...I stopped after several attempts over the years...and this time I was successful.
ReplyDeleteMaybe someday that realisation will come to you and you will decide that enough's enough. Let's hope, eh, Gleds? Meanwhile, all I can say is keep trying...you'll succeed.
I do hope your Gran is not in too much pain...both she and you will be in my thoughts and prayers.
I'm sorry to hear about your grandma, Gleds. That's an awful way to go.
ReplyDeleteSometimes people just need someone to give them a little push, a little nudge in a different direction. Look at things differently. I wish there was something magical I could say to push you in that direction.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing i can say:
Hate the drug.
Love yourself.
You will find yourself making excuses...you will justify reasons why you should use. Just remember that's not you...it's your brain...it's the drug. Don't let the drug or your brain sabotage what you want.
Stay Safe.
Jeannie: sounds to me like you NEED heroin to get through that Ed Sullivan show...
ReplyDeleteCes: I hope it happens sooner rather than later. Then again I'm not meant to wait for it ~ it's up to me to make it happen
DT: I think all I've done is be in prison and imagine that by walking right up to the walls I'm somehow closer to freedom. And really I'm not...
DB: okay doke
Pussinboots: somehow the techtonic plates shift and you're moving, right?
ReplyDeleteVincent: at least she isn't in any pain. stoked right up to the eyeballs she is
MDA: i find it SO HARD to distinguish which is which sometimes honestly i do!
Hi Gleds. You've been busy and I've been away . . .there will come a time when you WANT it badly enough. I know it's no real comparison but I'm fat, so have turned a corner this week and am filled with enthusiasm and resolve . .I will be thin enough to be proud of my body by the end of the year and trust me, it's hard. Turning the corner is the point of no return. You'll get there. You have so much support from people you don't even know. I'll race you! Ready . . steady . . .
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