Hmm....things I have learned the past month and a half...
1) Fluoxetine, aka Prozac will stop working after two and a half years and you'll be the last to notice.
2) No matter what hapens your true friends will never stop loving you (even though they mght get really pissed of at you sometimes).
3) The Hospital has the best drugs even though I probably should have turned down the morphine and the oxycotin.
4) It is a million times worse for addicts now than it was three years ago when I last touched that shit. Crystal Meth is retarded and there is absolutley no sense of honor anymore. I pity the kids.
That's right folks, it's ben a real interesting few months but I'm alive and that's what matters. A big shout out to angelvanilla and Lavinia who kind of reminded me why I like being alive and a member of his site. Sorry ladies I didn't make down to Lucky on Sat but when I got home I ended up going to sleep (silly alcohol).
I spent the weeknd woring about my job. Wade, my immediate boss, told me to take a leave of absence to sort myself out as I was finding myself crying for no apparent reason at work. Three weks latter I finally get back to work ready o start working on paying of the debt that I had accumulated only to ind myself having to go to hospital with a really nasty infected cut I got at work on the second day back (the Friday). Hence the morphine and other pain killers. It was actually pretty touch and go untill Monday as to whether or not I'd lose my finger or worse because the antibiotics weren't seeming to do anything, Thankfully they did eventually.
Of course the problem is I has to miss work( again
) and when I went in on Thursday I was told to go home and come back on Monday to talk to the owner. My ass was totally covered legally but does anyone really want to work
somewhere that has tried to fire them? So Monday comes and nothing is said. WTF????!!! I kind of resent the whole situation because it makes you feel like you are being treated like a chilid but at least I'm still employed.
Speaking of employment, Chuck has been stresing out about her lack of a job and, suprise suprise, one fell into her lap that should take her up untill the end of August when she moves to Vanouver for school. How she ends up with these $20+ hr jobs is beyond me. Especially when all she has to do is drive around and hand out condoms to prostitutes. Yes I'm bitter, sue me.
I'm not going to go into the dirty dark shit I got into in the last little while. Let's just leave it at I'm really worried about some people I met dying...and a few were young enough to be my kids.
Okay, I'm sure there's lot's of spelling mistakes but I just want you guys to know how hapy I am to know you.
1) Fluoxetine, aka Prozac will stop working after two and a half years and you'll be the last to notice.
2) No matter what hapens your true friends will never stop loving you (even though they mght get really pissed of at you sometimes).
3) The Hospital has the best drugs even though I probably should have turned down the morphine and the oxycotin.
4) It is a million times worse for addicts now than it was three years ago when I last touched that shit. Crystal Meth is retarded and there is absolutley no sense of honor anymore. I pity the kids.
That's right folks, it's ben a real interesting few months but I'm alive and that's what matters. A big shout out to angelvanilla and Lavinia who kind of reminded me why I like being alive and a member of his site. Sorry ladies I didn't make down to Lucky on Sat but when I got home I ended up going to sleep (silly alcohol).
I spent the weeknd woring about my job. Wade, my immediate boss, told me to take a leave of absence to sort myself out as I was finding myself crying for no apparent reason at work. Three weks latter I finally get back to work ready o start working on paying of the debt that I had accumulated only to ind myself having to go to hospital with a really nasty infected cut I got at work on the second day back (the Friday). Hence the morphine and other pain killers. It was actually pretty touch and go untill Monday as to whether or not I'd lose my finger or worse because the antibiotics weren't seeming to do anything, Thankfully they did eventually.
Of course the problem is I has to miss work( again
) and when I went in on Thursday I was told to go home and come back on Monday to talk to the owner. My ass was totally covered legally but does anyone really want to work
somewhere that has tried to fire them? So Monday comes and nothing is said. WTF????!!! I kind of resent the whole situation because it makes you feel like you are being treated like a chilid but at least I'm still employed.
Speaking of employment, Chuck has been stresing out about her lack of a job and, suprise suprise, one fell into her lap that should take her up untill the end of August when she moves to Vanouver for school. How she ends up with these $20+ hr jobs is beyond me. Especially when all she has to do is drive around and hand out condoms to prostitutes. Yes I'm bitter, sue me.
I'm not going to go into the dirty dark shit I got into in the last little while. Let's just leave it at I'm really worried about some people I met dying...and a few were young enough to be my kids.
Okay, I'm sure there's lot's of spelling mistakes but I just want you guys to know how hapy I am to know you.
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Yes, today I went to the dr. and got more meds, yay. Just a checkup and the same prescription- but 2 hours at the U of A waiting room DESERVES drugs.