Well, today started off pretty damn good. Despite having to come off my sleep medication, I was able to get a good nights sleep. Granted, I think the 3 shots of whisky before I went to bed sorta helped me out.
The only good part of the day was being able to see a see Jessica for a bit today. She's one of the barista's I've been chatrting up a bit recently, and she is pretty friggin cool. Totally not my type per se, but I think I'm making a new friend..which is cool. She's actually making me a book of these comics she does, which I am really excited about. I was finally able to see part of it today..should be ready by Thursday I hope. More on that later, once I get it in hand.
Well, the second good thing is that my friend Hanna is dropping by for a bit. She's gonna drop me off a nug or two, as I really need it at the moment.
I had the pleasure of riding in the meat wagon yet again today. This time a co-worker, who isn't familiar with some of my issues, found me passed out in the parking lot today. Boy, did he freak out. It's funny, at a certain stage of my issues, I'm am totally aware mentally, but I just can't move or comunicate very well. I got passed by by at least 15 folks who probably thought I was just another crackhead down in belltown. Next thing I know, I have this paramedic yelling at me, asking me all these questions...fuck..I can't answer..stop yelling, why do there need to be ten people surrounding me. "Can you sit up?"...NO..I'm looking at my right arm..I see it..I know it's mine..but I can't move shit...total disconnect. But dear lord...the visuals I was having...DAMN! More intense than any acid trip I can recall.....
So my friend jollyroger ended up meeting me at the hospital, which I am very thankful for. Just for the sure amusement of it all. We complied a smal llist of the answers that I was providing the dr:
Q) Did you go to Bumpershoot this weekend?
A) Blue!
Q)What year is it?
A) 1970..no wait...1994, err..I mean 1995
Q)Who is the president?
A)errr....ah...that fuckhead....
Q)What is your telephone number?
A) 206......no fucking clue...
The thing that scares me about this time, is the fact that I would be totally there, and then back to lala land. Normally when I start coming back out of it, I don't slip back into it. And this is the first time that I can recall where I couldn't remeber stuff. And boy...did I mention the visuals <grin>.
There is this one time, when Paris just go there, that I was slipping out of it again....the Dr and Nurse are yelling my name...no respnose..."Bob"..nothing..."Robert"...nothing...and then Paris pipes up "Hey Hippy"..and I come to laughing my ass off.
Ok..Hanna is here...time to put down the bottle and pick up the pipe..oh happy Bob
The only good part of the day was being able to see a see Jessica for a bit today. She's one of the barista's I've been chatrting up a bit recently, and she is pretty friggin cool. Totally not my type per se, but I think I'm making a new friend..which is cool. She's actually making me a book of these comics she does, which I am really excited about. I was finally able to see part of it today..should be ready by Thursday I hope. More on that later, once I get it in hand.
Well, the second good thing is that my friend Hanna is dropping by for a bit. She's gonna drop me off a nug or two, as I really need it at the moment.
I had the pleasure of riding in the meat wagon yet again today. This time a co-worker, who isn't familiar with some of my issues, found me passed out in the parking lot today. Boy, did he freak out. It's funny, at a certain stage of my issues, I'm am totally aware mentally, but I just can't move or comunicate very well. I got passed by by at least 15 folks who probably thought I was just another crackhead down in belltown. Next thing I know, I have this paramedic yelling at me, asking me all these questions...fuck..I can't answer..stop yelling, why do there need to be ten people surrounding me. "Can you sit up?"...NO..I'm looking at my right arm..I see it..I know it's mine..but I can't move shit...total disconnect. But dear lord...the visuals I was having...DAMN! More intense than any acid trip I can recall.....
So my friend jollyroger ended up meeting me at the hospital, which I am very thankful for. Just for the sure amusement of it all. We complied a smal llist of the answers that I was providing the dr:
Q) Did you go to Bumpershoot this weekend?
A) Blue!
Q)What year is it?
A) 1970..no wait...1994, err..I mean 1995
Q)Who is the president?
A)errr....ah...that fuckhead....
Q)What is your telephone number?
A) 206......no fucking clue...
The thing that scares me about this time, is the fact that I would be totally there, and then back to lala land. Normally when I start coming back out of it, I don't slip back into it. And this is the first time that I can recall where I couldn't remeber stuff. And boy...did I mention the visuals <grin>.
There is this one time, when Paris just go there, that I was slipping out of it again....the Dr and Nurse are yelling my name...no respnose..."Bob"..nothing..."Robert"...nothing...and then Paris pipes up "Hey Hippy"..and I come to laughing my ass off.
Ok..Hanna is here...time to put down the bottle and pick up the pipe..oh happy Bob