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the awesome 4-cpu computers in the computer lab at my school are protected by the university's privacy policy, which is good. they boot off an image and wipe everything when they shutdown, so you know your files can't be stolen or read by anyone. but when you're working on a project, be sure to save early save often to a usb key, because if it freezes (and it will at the most inopportune time, after you do an hour of tedious work) you will have no way of getting that data back.
Just when I thought that I had my dreams under control my dreams bite me in the arse. They are telling me what I already know. I put it under NSFW to save space on the page, so you'll only see it if you want to. Its a little interesting and gets into my psyche, I guess my brain is giving me a nudge. Can one nudge back and tell it to fuck off? Like I haven't TRIED resolving all that is being told in the dream. It is a double ended dream, because some could mean one aspect in my life but I suspect it's just the obvious.
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NSFW:

1. Emotions expressed in dreams is a way for people to act out their feelings which they would not normally express if they were awake. This provides a "safe" outlet for these emotions instead of letting them be pent up.

2. If the man is known to you, then the dream may reflect you feelings and concerns you have about him.

3. To dream that you are sad, suggests that you need to learn from your disappointments and make yourself happy. Try not to dwell on the negative. The dream may be a reflection of how you are feeling in your waking life.

4. To dream that you or others are smiling, signifies that you are pleased with your achievements and approve of the decisions you have made. You will be rewarded for the good things you've done for others. Alternatively, you may be seeking for something or someone that will make you happy.

5. If the wind is blowing through your hair, then it signifies freedom to express uninhibited feelings. You are "letting your hair down".

6. To dream that you are walking with ease, signifies a slow, but steady progress toward your goals. You are moving through life in a confident manner. Consider your destination.

7. To see others fighting in your dream, suggests that you are unwilling to acknowledge your own problems and turmoil. You are not taking any responsibility or initiative in trying to resolve issues in your waking life.

8. To hear running water in your dream, denotes meditation, reflection and pondering of your thoughts and emotions.

What would two guys fighting in a hole where a water main broke and water is gushing out and they are soaked?? HUh?? I hate "dream interperters" that only use cookie cutter definitions.

9. To see friends in your dream, signifies aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to incorporate and acknowledge these rejected aspects of yourself. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Additionally, this symbol foretells of happy tidings from them and the arrival of good news.�

To see your friends, saddened and troubled, in your dream, signifies sickness and distress upon them.

Q: what if you see said male friend happy at first then getting his ass kicked and sad not 2 minutes later by a large football (american) type male, exploding water, soaking wet, fight ends and you help him up. Then he walks away but he's dry and you try and follow him but lose him walking inside a University with a backpack on....?

Most of this is given but little things of that are not and it fustrates me that I can't understand the full meaning.

Backpack usually means a burden of some type, walking with ease means the above but walking away and not being able to see the expression on his face (except when I first helped him and his face looked sad/"useless" type look).

Why can't I find a good dream interpertation online. BAH! useless interwebz! :! LOL


From: www.dreammoods.com
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Though my dream "wish" was not even for me, I do wish it comes true and not for me for the person that it was intended for. I must tell you seeing said person in BLUE jeans and a BLUE jean denim shirt and shorter hair and his fucking eye glasses finally on....well if that's what to come, then YAY! he needs that. Plus it makes him look good, he looked healthy weight, and drug free.

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Myself, I am doing good. Fustrated a little with my ex and the lack of honesty and responsibility and signing the agreement papers to get this over with NOW. My medication is going ok, its not helping that much which needs addressing and I think it's making me angry more than anything.

I am not abusing any medication or ATOD. I have cut out caffine sadly :( LOL i will miss my cola but my health is more important. I have never been super into chocolate, so that is easy to cut out. I now have been stimulant free for 3 days.

I am running out of Clonazepam but I am not concearned as I am going to try and get off of them anyhow, as I see myself becoming too reliant on them and I could forsee an addiction forming.

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That Geneology show "Who Do You Think You Are" was actually pretty good. Its making me think I should get back into it seriously and stop being a chepo and putting money into my ancestry.com account so I can actually find shit out. Really even without the money input, to just put more effort and stop being so lazy.

I'm doing okay but I wish my dream would fuck off and let me forget it by time I wake up.

How can one move on if I get those freaking dreams. well at least it wasn't a sex dream this time LOL
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I might cut my hair today if the other lazy ass can stop being lazy and do it. I'll post a pic later tonight if I do.

Well, I need to get on with the day and "try to improve myself day by day" 8)
While I'm a bit embarrassed to be the subject of a theme, I must say that there have been some good suggestions so far. I found one myself earlier today, but I think that it didn't resize well. Thoughts?

I've been thinking about starting T lately. I want to wait until the custody papers are signed and he would have no reason to change his mind. Then again I feel like running downtown tomorrow.
I'm only thinking about the now now now because of the curse all FTM's hate each month. Its gotten me a little fed up and a little depressed.

I'm cutting my hair tomorrow, which has me happy. I only did it for the sake of my daughter asking me to keep it long at least until her birthday. I fulfilled her wish and now I can cut this lop off. Its the longest I've had it since elementry school and my parents were too cheap and more into crack then getting my hair cut. The one time my mom did take me out to chop it off, the hair dresser refused to do a "boy cut" on a "girl" Oh with my firey attitude, you can guess what I said before I promised never to return to their establishment, and promised to make sure I tell all my family and friends not to go there either and I stormed out. WTF? A "boy cut" i never knew haircuts were gender based too.....sheit.

Oh well, I got my own clippers now, don't need some schmo to do my hair I got ______ to cut my hair and he did good the last time, so I okay for him doing it tomorrow.

I can't wait to be at that point that I can be as happy as TransOutlaw in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FQ47uhGHUM

Well he's not happy but the song is just a YAY! type song of becoming all that we dream to become and not have to settle for the ultimate mix up like some people I know that have "settled" for.

I can't wait to start y journey as I believe most of my mental issues stem with my GID.

In June I am going to start working out at the Y again, so I think that will be about the time I can start my journey. As long as "cheese dick" signs the papers and not causing us to go to case conference on April 16th.

Apparently he works construction now during the day and has no time, like WTf?! no time to sign papers to stop the BS and stress and get on with life so your kid doesn;t end up more fucked up? Ya, priorities. I fucking hate the bastard.

He has now lied severely on a legal document and might even be doing welfare fraud. My lawyer already had suspicions of the financials. i emailed her to let her know what is going on. I have yet to recieve a reply, I might not get one until Monday though.

Seriously, if he were to sign the papers this could all be done within a month and we could all move on with our lives and do what we need to do to get healthy. I have CBT in April, I can;t be missing a shitload of sessions because he wants to drag it out in court, plus doesn;t he realize that if he DOES have this "job" he would most likely LOSE it from missing work due to court.

Seriously he needs his head checked.

I also can;t wait for my show tonight, despite who is in it tonight I love Geneology and "Who Do You Think You Are" is a fab show about the very subject. If only they did NORMAL people too and not just famous people. Maybe they will if it picks up and they run out of interested famous people....LOL who knows....

Seriously who wouldn't want to know more on William Hay and Bruce The Great. I sure would love to know more about William Hay, fuck I know more about an ancestor from almost christs time more than I do my grandparents, how the fuck is that possible? Eh well. Apparently churches burn down and apparently there was alot of Emery Robert ******'s and Dora Parent was born but hey, no more info besides her birth. Stats Canada, you are a fucking joke. Blah!

Off to watch the show. I could go on for ages about Trans and Geneology. I better run now for the remote before I get stuck in here on the topic LOL =D
Over the last couple of weeks I had been the closest to suicide than I've ever been in my life. I had it all planned out. It was gonna be a totally clean and painless end to my life. I'd turned my back on my friends, my family, and the world. They were no longer relevant to me. I was staring death in the face, ready to make that leap into oblivion.

But something stopped me... I'm not sure what. Maybe I was scared that my plan wouldn't work, and I'd end up back in the psychiatric hospital. Or maybe there was some faint glimmer of hope - barely noticeable, but enough to keep me from doing it. Anyway, I didn't go through with my plan (obviously), and for now I've decided to stick around. My life has been one struggle after another, and I'm certain that there will be many more struggles ahead. But I'm feeling more stronger in myself, and ready to face whatever life has to throw at me. And who knows, maybe something good will come my way. I recently heard a saying that really resonated with me: "It's not the hand you're dealt that matters, it's how you play your cards."
What things have I done to maintain my addiction that went completely against all my beliefs and values?

02/26/10 6:40 PM

I’m not about to start confessing things this early in the game (this question seems more along the lines of Fourth Step material) so I will keep it simple and vague.

* I lied.
* I ripped people off.
* I stole.
* I used people.
* I manipulated.
* I put my usage before the safety of others.
* I introduced people to coke who then got sucked into it.

‘Nuff said on this question.
What things have I done to maintain my addiction that went completely against all my beliefs and values?

02/26/10 6:40 PM

I’m not about to start confessing things this early in the game (this question seems more along the lines of Fourth Step material) so I will keep it simple and vague.

* I lied.
* I ripped people off.
* I stole.
* I used people.
* I manipulated.
* I put my usage before the safety of others.
* I introduced people to coke who then got sucked into it.

‘Nuff said on this question.
8)Sometimes we convince ourselves that our change is maturity. But the mind unreels throughout our entire life. Thoughts and actions preceding our current states are merely stepping stones. We never stop expanding the limits of our personal universe. The first mistake I made with drugs, which on the light side of things isn’t as bad as some mistakes that can be had with certain substances, came from my overwhelming desire to explain the unknown, rationalize, attach spiritual awakenings, all that jazz that comes from an overwhelmingly beautiful trip. Sometimes you just have to enjoy the ride.

I hate to say it’s not the destination, it’s the journey. I believe both are counterparts, whether we like it or not. Sometimes we search and we may try drugs for that very reason, it’s something new. Our mind wants to try it because either something is missing, why not, it’s free, or well- you know...

WHERE IT ALL BEGAN/A FLASHBACK: After trying some bud, which I learned to smoke from a water bottle like a pro, the fine art of my then freshman ingenuity or rather resourcefulness to a freshman’s cheap nature, the next drugs I came across were ecstasy and Ketamine. Oh, House of Blues, A.C., DB concert.
I remember vividly, at one point during the show the left stage blue light standing out in my mind. Indescribable, probably unbelievable, yet undoubtedly I rationalized my obsession with the light. I was processing the color as a taste. If only I had written down the sensation I could describe it.

Needless to say I was intrigued. It led me to try, respectively, acid, dmt, doi, shrooms and the combination of such drugs with the earlier three. Oh, and I started keeping a journal- took a while to get the hang of drawing when the ink disappears from the page but I’m getting better and I usually write/draw on the come downs. I even have my friends add. What better things to do when chilling in hotels after shows?

A WANDERING MIND LET BACK:
Without recollection of the true reason, let alone a purpose, it seems that my drug use spawned from sheer boredom, an artist’s curious mind, the fact that it was so predominant in the concert scene and was provided easily (and thanks to good connections presumably the safest/cleanest I could get). I could list more but I’d rather get to the good part. Reporting. Get ready for the good stuff kiddies-I’m observant, descriptive, and won’t shy away from the truth, good and bad. Still somewhat new, yet quite experienced, let me tell you a story…or two-
as i type this i know that i'm succumbing to exactly what i want to address. but its fucked up. when i have money, i fucking give to every one. you want this? you need that? no problem. i got you. but now when i'm hurtin where the fuck is the payback. and i mean that literally. where is the fucking money you owe me? yea...when i gave it to you i said there wasn't a rush on getting it back to me. but come the fuck on. that was in fucking october. one person owes me over $300. another person owes me like $150. another owes me around $100. that shit could really help me out right now. but do these people even acknowledge that they owe it to me, knowing damn well that i need it? nope. they call cause they want shit from me. i'm really on the verge of deleting my facebook, myspace, twitter and changing my phone number. i'm fucking tired of the txt messages begging to reply or to do this or that. get the fuck off me! despite what you may think, i require certain things too. the same way you need shit to get shit done, i need it too. and i risked some serious shit helping you out with something you supposedly needed. oh so you finally got in trouble? do you realize wtf i've been through? some shit my fault, some not, but my family isn't exactly "making it rain" for me these days (and not for some time now.) they know better. so at times like these when i can no longer rely on them for help and my supposed friends owe me money like that and i don't hear a word about it, pardon me if i don't reply to your pathetic fucking txt messages. you need me? i literally flew to the other side of the fucking country to work with you and it was a fucking catastrophe. i thought i was disorganized. shit. act like a fucking professional if you wanna work with me. if you wanna talk to me. get your fucking head right, cuz i cant work with people who are "worse" than me. if you NEED my help, then i can't fucking work with you. the world does not revolve around you, my friend. i'm not saying i've never been in that mode before, but come the fuck on. we're fucking 25 years old here. when i was 21 i decided to start being honest with myself, start being honest with my mom. i'm not saying i'm 100% (not even close), but step back and fucking look at yourself for a moment. you are a fucking wreck. at 25 years old i can't afford to work with or even be associated with fucking wrecks. a wreck + a wreck can't fix shit. i wanna pick up the phone and just put all this to an end right now, but i honestly don't wanna hear you bitch about shit. you were literally crying to your friend when i was over there about how the whole trip was a mess and i wasn't doing shit. did u think for even a second that it might have something to do with you? no. i was lazy. i wasn't doing shit. truth is, i wanted to get the fuck outta there ASAP. and i almost did. i almost dipped out like a week early. fuck this. i'm done even thinking about you and your nonsense for the night.

FUCK YOU, PAY ME!
1/ When I was a little girl I walked out of the house my dad still lives in now and said to him 'Our house is a very magic house and nothing bad will ever happen here'. He still tells me this story to this day. I still believe it.

2/ I never ever wear high heels and am very boyish. I'm more comfy in jeans, chunky boots or trainers. I'm short so my jeans often end up scuffed at the bottom. This is a never ending problem. I ought to find myself a tailor.

3/ I have been tattooed by a homeless person. On my inner right wrist I designed it myself it consists of spirals and dots, spirals are important especially in nature. It was done in 2004 in my bedroom by a friend who was homeless at the time. I met him at a rock night at Newcastle Arena and we clicked. He was a professional tattooist living in a hostel. All the kit was fully sterilised. Last I heard he had been rehoused and was getting his life back on track. I have another on my back which was done in a tattoo shop.

4/ When I was 21 years old my Mother died. I miss her immensely and it had more of an affect on me than I probably know.

5/ When I was 27 years old my Boyfriend died. I blamed myself (and sometimes still do) for a long time but feel I am coming to terms with this in in the right way,if there is a right way!

6/ I'm not as strong as people seem to think, but maybe I am? I'm very good at pretending that everything is fine and using things to mask my feelings, but when I snap I really do snap. My finger is always half hovering over my self destruct button - often!

7/I can never stay in one place for too long, and could be accused of running away from things. I like to think that I have stopped this now. The longest I have ever stayed in one place other than 'birth home' is six months. I think I have lived in ten cities and 2 different countries, I lost track.

8/I am used to having few personal possessions and living out of suitcases and boxes. Objects are only material objects but it does get me down sometimes, I have to admit that. People are much more important though :)

9/I have a degree in English Literature yet I do not have what society would deem a career.This does not mean that I do not want one, there is time. I work behind a bar. I am forever being asked at work by people what my 'main job' is. This annoys me yet it does not. Learning about real people and myself is far more important to me than making money and meeting any ideal that society may force upon me. I have endless stories to tell that could probably write a book.

10/ I don't feel like I'm ever going to grow up. I look a lot younger than I actually am. I'm like Peter Pan.

11/ Music is my life. It mends broken hearts. I can't go a day without listening to some. I can't walk anywhere without music in my ears, even if it's just a five minute walk to the shop.

12/ I have been able to play piano since I was six. I can sight read music. Gave up on lessons and let my dad and myself teach me.

13/ I am always late, it's like it's built into me or something. I never lie about why I am late, I always tell the truth, even if I have to just say sorry I wanted another drink, or I had to stay and listen to one more song, or I got a later bus than planned! I refused to leave my mothers womb on time, maybe this is the reason why.

14/ I can no longer remember my natural hair colour. It has been messed around with that much that it is now loosing it's pigment and I will have to dye it for the rest of my life. It's currently half raven black and dark brown on the top. I decided to try get rid of the raven black it's been dyed for the past 5 years.

15/ I can't function on a morning without first having a cup of coffee. Until I have caffeine there is no point at all even attempting to speak to me with the intention of getting any sense out of me!

16/ 'No matter how cold the winter there's a spring time ahead' is one of my favourite lyrics. It's from 'Thumbing my way' by Pearl Jam. It reminds me that no matter how bad things seem nothing is forever and things will change.

17/ I love Nick Drake. This is one of my favourite pictures of him
http://ledebriefing.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/nick_drake.jpg He is said to be holding Psilocybin mushrooms. I am all for expanding ones mind.

18/I am forever putting off until tomorrow what I could easily do today.

19/ I love reading and usually have about 6 books on the go at once.

20/ I tend to help other people as much as I can, often this is detrimental to myself. I have been told that I do this as part of my running away issue to ignore anything that may be going on with me. I've come to a realisation recently, and have started to let others in to help ME!

21/ I bury my head. No explanation needed.

22/ When I was a little girl I used to dream of running away with the circus. I still do.

23/ I flew out of New York on the 10th of September 2001 (American time). The morning I arrived back in London the World Trade Building was hit by two planes, 9/11. A few months before I had decided to fly home on the 11th, but something made me change my flight at the last moment.

24/ I often create my own problems, or push people away to see if they will come back.

25/ I love Machiavellianism. If you don't know what it is look it up.
I've been feeling so sedated lately I'm unable to do almost anything. Can't write much, can't read much (hence why I haven't been replying to as many topics on BL as I used to), and I can't even follow a TV show or a film! It really sucks and it's making me feel pretty low (not to mention horribly bored).

I blame it all on the anti-psychotics I've been prescribed since leaving hospital. I'm now on 200mg's of seroquel a day, and up to 5mg's of haloperidol PRN (as needed) to control my mood, irritability, and all that jazz. But still, it's nasty stuff. I'm now sleeping a lot throughout the day and night, frequently having to change my pillow cover cos the haloperidol is making me drool like crazy! I hate it. And when I'm awake, I just seem to be spending my day chain smoking and listening to music.

At least there's no chance of me relapsing and getting high on meth while I'm taking all this shit. It seems to have built a reinforced concrete wall around my dopamine receptors. :\
Damn, I've just been looking at all the different boxes and bottles of pills I've been prescribed, and I'm fucking surprised (or maybe shocked!) at the number of different medications I have. Here we go:


Bupropion (Zyban/Wellbutrin) - norepinephrine/dopamine reuptake inhibitor anti-depressant - 150mg daily.

Clonazepam - anxiolytic and anti-convulsant benzodiazepine - 6mg daily.

Cyproterone acetate (Siterone) - anti-androgen - 50mg daily.

Diazepam (Valium) - anxiolytic, anti-convulsant and hypnotic benzodiazepine - 20mg daily.

Estradiol valerate (Progynova) - female sex hormone - 6mg daily.

Haloperidol - typical anti-psychotic - up to 5mg daily if needed.

Metoclopramide (Metamide) - anti-emetic - up to 40mg daily if needed.

Prochlorperazine (Stemetil) - anti-emetic and typical anti-psychotic - up to 20mg daily if needed.

Quetiapine (Seroquel) - atypical anti-psychotic - 150mg daily.
i want to feel. to love. to laugh. to sing uncontrollably until my vocal chords break.
i want to listen. to hear. to know. to not know then learn again.


i want life. i want it as it is. the only form it comes in. i want to taste. to dance. to be.
i want little sleep and a lot of coffee. i want to breath.


i want the wind in a bottle. i want boredom. jealousy. deprived complexities.
i want tuesday to have everything to do with friday and i want my eyes to register.


i want to hate. to be hated. to feel the pain in old knees.
i want to dream a million red and green dreams that shift my eyes into something beautiful.


i want lies to know the truth. i want vague replies. i want peace. beauty.
the simplistic nature of untimely catastrophes.


i want calamity and grace. i want to taste the tears to feel the bubble of laughter.
i want to fight. to win. to lose. to become. i want light in all directions for the sake of shadows.
I’ve done things while acting out on my addiction that I would never do when focusing on recovery. What were they?

02/26/10 1:42 PM

Well, some of the things I’ve done that go against the ideals of who I would like to be (as opposed to who I was) I will list according to character flaws or defects. You see, its real easy to say I want to be a humble, honest, selfless individual but actually practicing such things as humility, honesty and selflessness is quite different.

Below are examples:

Humility

Sometimes I strut around in meetings like I’m the baddest motherfucker in the room. Sometimes, yeah, I’m on-point and ready to fight. Why the hell would I carry myself in such a way and be willing to throw fists in a NA meeting? Well, there are some shady characters in the rooms, people with significant clean time that are looking to take advantage of us newcomers (especially the female newcomer). I have little tolerance for those who are looking to take advantage of us new folks.

We are vulnerable In the early stages of this recovery thing and, for me, I wanted/needed very badly to not have to be on my guard all the time. I was tired and needed my meetings to be a place where I could relax and let my guard down a little. For the most part, I can relax nowadays because I think people know not to fuck with me. The thing is, my cockiness and arrogance most certainly makes me unapproachable to people newer than me. This behavior that I’m exhibiting is simply another form of perpetrating isolation. The two previous time periods that I was involved in NA, isolation was a big issue for me. I need to avoid it at all costs. I agree with my sponsor, recovery is about many things and one of the most important of those things is positive relationships. I can’t have a positive relationship with anyone if I make myself unapproachable.

Temptation

Around the time I got out of rehab, I learned that syringes had recently become available over-the-counter without a prescription. Many times when grocery shopping, I have walked past that pharmacy just DYING to purchase a fresh box of spikes. Needles are VERY attractive to me (especially a fresh box of 100). The thought is always in my mind when I see a pharmacy nowadays. I have separated the thought from the action and I know that this question is asking ‘what have I actually acted out on’ but I need to call myself out on my needle fixation.

Below is another entry from my journal that exemplifies acting out in a manner that isn’t conducive to what I want to achieve:

http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/blog.php?b=2288
It has been brought to everyone's attention that Dave needs an avatar!

Who can entice Dave with their choice??!?!

Okay- This is all for fun.
Dave may or may not choose any avatar suggested......BUT it could be fun to play the 'An Avatar for Dave' game anyway! :)

Good thinking you guys! :)


(Hopefully Dave doesn't block me and delete me from his Friends list for this;))
Over what, exactly, am I powerless?

02/25/10 11:45 PM

Okay, the word ‘exactly’ is being used. That’s a bit unrealistic to ask, dontcha’ think? So, my simple answer is that I am powerless over all people, places and things.

Now, I am also powerless over my thoughts and emotions. I can, to an extent, train my thinking to not dwell on certain thoughts but the initial entrance of any particular thought is beyond my control.
When did I first recognize my addiction as a problem? Did I try to correct it? If so, how? If not, why?

02/25/10 5:04 PM

In 1993 I was living with my parents and I was hardcore into snorting coke. I had injected before (2 separate year long stints) but I didn’t know how to shoot up at the time (someone else always played ‘the doctor’).

Anyway, I remember tucking my dog in to bed (he was a cocker spaniel that had this big , blue pillow that he slept on at night) and I started crying because I was contemplating suicide. A voice in my head said ‘You stupid fuck. You want to die but you haven’t even made an attempt at trying to live.’

The next day I told my mom that I had a drug problem and I needed to go to rehab.

I went to rehab 12/09/93 for two weeks, completed an Intensive Outpatient Program, attended three or four NA meetings a week, had a few sponsors that I really didn’t use and stopped going to meetings after about 2 or 3 years.

I managed to stay clean for 5 years before I relapsed for another five years.

At the end of this relapse I had been to Philly jail twice within a month. The last time in jail I heard this dude in the cell next to me yelling ‘But I have 8 years clean! How the fuck you arresting me for drunk driving.’

I was released at the same time as this guy and his wife drove me home. I asked him to be my sponsor and I repeated the same pattern (3 or 4 meetings a week for a few years). I was clean for another five years and relapsed again.

For the details of this particular relapse, refer to the previous question.
Happy birthday to my best friend today! we're normally up to some kind of shenanigans by this time of day, but not this year. it's an odd feeling too, almost an alone feeling.

he's settling into his studio apartment down on the Gold Coast now. hopefully it's not in the ghetto, aka Nerang. i assured him i'll be turning it into a shooting gallery when i come to visit but i don't think he really saw the funny side.

some PAWS have really sunk in today. the lonesome feeling coupled with boredom are never a good mix and i've been thinking up some schemes in my head as to how i could get onto some harder opiates. it's probably a good thing i don't have a car in the driveway at the moment. truth be told i took a small (40mg) doseof temazepam the other day along with a few hundredd mgs of codeine and a few beers just to catch a buzz. i was only craving more during the whole time. gaba inhibitants aren't going to do me any favours at the moment so i'll put out that flame for a bit longer.

my sleep pattern is starting to skew off again. the last 2 nights i've been up till 3am and finally shutting shit off before i crash out. i'm getting solid sleep which is a bonus. RLS definitely gone and i'm comfortably stabilised on taking 150mg SR tramadol in the morning and in the evening. i actually skipped my dose last due to feeling reasonable. suprisingly i wasn't clutching at the pill bottle first thing this morning, a few houes after waking i dosed.

pain hasn't been too much of an issue over the last few days so it's not impeding my sleep. boredom is. and bad sleep hygeine - leaving the tv on, laptop next to me when i'm lying down kinda thing.

i've got things to do but still being sick is a little unmotivating as well. apparently another week of this fucking cough according to the doc, which seems about right from past sickness.

cleaning time now.
somemone help me out my subs were stolen and I have half of a crushed up 10 mg opana er I know how to run, shoot whatever, the IRS its the one that looks like a miniature suboxone, I want to IV I just took some kpans and I thnk 5 mg ived due to my tolereance would put me into a decent enough of a nod to sleep

So - 3 mg Kolonopin - oral
16mg Dilaudid - iv
20mg d-amphetamine salts - oral
SSSSS: Here we go boys and girlsywhirlsys: hahahahaha: Serious:
My suboxones were stolen friday, 90 of them id been trying to ween off faster and was really only taking 2 a day for my monthly scripts and selling some I've been sober for 7 months on subs until this and i'm freaking out i hate doing this shit to myself anymore but to me IV use is the only way to use opiates I hate thinking im only getting 20-40 percent of a 40$ 80 if folks charge like that when I can shoot 16, 24 , 32 mg of dillys get 100% of what I shot and feel 100% better than blowing an OC or Eating it for that matter, I thnk OC's are for people who want other people to know they have habits, and attention drug or a drug that kids use to show they have cash or someting rare, ITS WEAK, SUCKS TO SHOOT, and all of you snorters and poppers who shit talk shooters. <Please do not make light of , or encourage others to harm themselves>

Sorry so how do I IV an Opana ER there has got to be a way to make it through this night.

C$
I'm feelin' a bit down tonight. No biggie though. I'll go to bed soon and tomorrow will be another day with different opportunities.

I dunno, at times I feel like a complete loser. I know that I'm not and that I am still in the process of picking up the pieces of my not too distant past.

Still no job. I've been making some money doing various computer jobs but it isn't steady and it doesn't help with my attempt to get a daily routine, a purpose, something of worth.

I've even been turned down for a job at Radio Shack and a soon to be opening franchise pizzeria. WTF?!?!?! I was making 50k+ towards the end of my addiction and now I can't even qualify for $9 an hour?

Nah, I'm not going to sit in a pool of self-pity, resentment and anger. Fuck that noise. Something will happen soon. I'm sure of it.

It doesn't help that I'm watching (what I find to be) depressing or triggering TV shows such as The Corner, The Wire and... get this... I also find Law and Order SVU depressing.

Bah! I'm no fuckin' loser. I'm just in a slump in a fucked up economy. Ya know what? I have no children so what am I bitching about. There are MANY single mothers and single fathers out there that are out of work that are worse off than me.

Once again, typing my thoughts out has helped me put things in perspective and realize that I'm just fucking with myself.

I've been writing A LOT on my Step work (I have 8 entries in draft status here on BL at the moment) and once again, I'm taking a break.

I see no merit in reliving so much of what I'm trying to put behind me all at once. I DO find merit in looking at myself closely, recognizing patterns and NOT forgetting who I was and can quickly become again (or worse). Small doses is prudent I think.

Oh, I came to a realization recently. I'm thinking I may Blog so much is that I really don't have anyone to talk to in real life. No one that I trust completely that is. I have a sponsor in NA but it isn't his job to listen to my petty bullshit. He's there to help me with the 12 Steps and 12 Traditions. Thats it.

Cool deal, I feel better. Tomorrow I will tighten my grip, adjust my stance and find whatever angle it is that I am missing in this job search.
What situation led me to formally work Step One?

02/25/10 4:31 PM


There was no ‘situation’ that led me to work this Step. I was actually frustrated that my sponsor had me read ‘Who Is An Addict’ for 30 consecutive days before staring my Step Work. If I missed a day of reading ‘Who Is An Addict’ I started over until I had 30 consecutive days of reading that particular chapter. I have learned discipline, commitment, consistency and a touch of fortitude from following through with the suggested reading

I wanted to start my Step Work for the simple fact of I have a desire to learn more about me. I want to learn good character (what NA calls ‘spiritual principles’) and I want to stay clean.
When are you going to get an avatar? =D


<3

I wanted to put this out there in the public domain..


I am taking bets.

(is betting against BLUA??, if it is--- that's just plain orwellian!)



Just to mix it up a bit.

Thats what ya get with a bored ms. vines on a saturday nite/sunday mourning.

:p
09-17-2008 00:27
I have a temporary sponsor now. I had sponsors before but I never used them. I always worked steps 1 through 3 by myself which means i used my own warped interpretations of their true purpose and meanings.

Looking back this tells me that, essentially, i've worked no steps whatsoever.

If I don't fall into old patterns of isolation, laziness, cockiness and poor meeting attendance, i might start getting well.

Time will tell

09-27-2008 02:19
I don't know exactly how long it has been since i've used. I tried to score but was ripped off and I have actually said 'no' to a dude who offered. It isn't easy but it is getting easier.

I drink beer but haven't been drunk but twice. These two times were when I added tequila to the mix.

I feel good but, at times, my brain messes with me. Feelings of inadequacy, insecurity, painful memories, self-hatred, etc. pop into my head and then i feel a bit depressed.

I have a sponsor but i don't think i'm a very good sponsee. Sometimes i feel like i'm not good enough to be sponsored. We have hit two meetings together and it was pretty cool. Oh! Check this out... ...my sponsor is a Bluelighter! Who woulda' thunk?

I've been speaking with the girl that I left behind when I thought chasing after a careeer was more important. I loved her then but, as I told her tonight, i realizer that that was more of a 'high school love'.

My feelings for her now are something I've never experienced before. This must be what they call true love. Its fucking intense but I'm afraid that my past may steal what I believe would be the perfect relationship from us.

I have a job working for a friend who knows how i am and has seen me actively using as well as actively recovering and I have his (and his family's) support. I spoke with the connect that I owe money to and told him I'd like to send him $50 a week but he just laughed a little and wouldn't give me an address.

I'm starting to feel like a new me. A bit too sensitive perhaps but, even though I'm not good with handling these feelings, at least I am FEELING.

Things I need to work on:
Hitting more meetings
Showing more interest in step work
Selfishness
Patience
Handling cravings
TRUST
**EDIT** Jealousy, Self-confidence, Acceptance, Responsibility

...to name a few.

Its gettin' better!

05-17-2009 14:28
So, I picked up again.I was feeling good and felt like 'one more time'. I have a lot of experience that tells me that there is no such thing as a last time

.A couple of days into my stupid decision, I was shooting coke and was rather paranoid. My girlfriend called and texted me a bunch of times and I didn't reply (I was fucked up)

.I had both locks on the door as well as the chain. I had done a nice shot of the last of my shit and was sitting on the floor of my bedroom leaning against the bed. The lights were off in my room. I had the closet light on with the door slightly open to allow a bit of light into the room.I heard someone at the door. My girl came over and was able to reach her hand inside the door and undo the chain.I knew what was coming when I heard the steps creek that led upstairs. I startled her when she got to the bedroom door. The light from the closet was angled directly where I was sitting on the floor. I was sweaty, shaky and my heart was pounding.I told her I fucked up and that I was shootin' coke.

She was devastated. I lied and hurt her. The deceit is what is most hurtful, I believe. I lied to her and we were doing so well.The next day when I was at work, 'M' came to my house and found my needles, spoons, empty bags, weed pipe, plastic weed containers and, worst of all, bloody paper towels. She also saw blood droplets on the kitchen floor.She came to my work and confronted me. I made her cry from this bullshit decision. She was furious, hurt, deceived and betrayed. I never wanted to hurt her. I wanted to use a little and then stop. Just keep it my own little secret. She is the one person that I feel comfortable and safe telling my secrets to.

I'm an asshole. I hurt her.I will be in a rehab facility in (hopefully) a week. My insurance doesn't cover behavioral health so in order to get funding for treatment I need to get a letter from my insurance company stating that this isn't covered. Once I have that, I need to go to the Welfare Office and get a rejection letter. THEN I can call this place that will give a one-on-one assesment and hopefully pay for the Rehab up the street from me

.I may have destroyed the best thing that could ever happen to me.


08-15-2009 13:11

Rehab and Overdose

Its been about a year since I started this thread. Here's a somewhat positive update.

I received a rejection letter from the Welfare/Social Security Office for medical assistance. I need this letter in order to get placed into rehab by a company called Gaudenzia. I need and want this. I'm tired of hating and hurting myself. I crave stability in all aspects (emotionally, mentally, financially, etc)

I will be taking my rejection letter to Gaudenzia on Monday and they claim to be able to have me in a facility the next day. Its FINALLY time for me to 'man up' and do what's necesarry to repair all the damage I have done (to others and myself). This only starts with rehab. I have A LOT of work to do from that point on.
Yesterday, another BL'er and I were hanging out/shooting up. He did a speedball and I asked him how he was feeling. He responded with something along the lines of 'heaven' or 'total bliss'. He then faded out on me. I yelled at him, smacked his face, dug my knuckles in his chest, threw water on him but he didn't respond. I attemptef mouth to mouth (his breathing was shallow). No response

I called 911 and told them there was an unresponsive person and needed an ambulance. At this point his lips were blue and his face was a grayish color. The 911 operator told me to get him on his side so he didn't choke on his throw up

The paramedics arrived with the police and were able to revive him and take him to the hospital

I had the possibility of facing charges for paraphernalia but I knew the officers that responded and learned today that there would be no charges as long as I went to rehab. Shit, rehab is what I've been working towards for the last two months. No problem there.


NOTE: I have added my blog entries to the original according to how they fit into the timeline. They are not in this entry because it would be like double posting multiple, sometimes lengthy, entries


(if you don't understand, click the comic. you can thank me later.)
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