Ixchellian
Bluelighter
I got nailed back in '04 by an IED in Iraq. The Army docs in all their wisdom, hand out percocet & morphine scripts like mad. So while the morphine kept my pain to a minimum, I developed a healthy addiction to it.
It ruined my marriage of 8yrs.
It ruined my Army career.
It ruined the rest of my life.
Since I got out in '08, the VA simply continued to enable my addiction to junk. And in the meantime whenever I gobbled a script in 1/2 the time it was supposed to last, I took whatever else I could to maintain the numbness. Heroin, meth, ex.... it didn't matter (I never could drink though. funny). I lived out of my car for months, wasted my disability, and just got high because I didn't want to face the horrors of w/d, reality, and my memories.
If I'd had the balls to throw a .45ACP slug through the ol' grey-matter, I would've already done it. But that's proved tougher even than going outside the wire to face a certain firefight in which the golden-BB might come at any second. I guess I'm a much better gambler.
It ruined my marriage of 8yrs.
It ruined my Army career.
It ruined the rest of my life.
Since I got out in '08, the VA simply continued to enable my addiction to junk. And in the meantime whenever I gobbled a script in 1/2 the time it was supposed to last, I took whatever else I could to maintain the numbness. Heroin, meth, ex.... it didn't matter (I never could drink though. funny). I lived out of my car for months, wasted my disability, and just got high because I didn't want to face the horrors of w/d, reality, and my memories.
If I'd had the balls to throw a .45ACP slug through the ol' grey-matter, I would've already done it. But that's proved tougher even than going outside the wire to face a certain firefight in which the golden-BB might come at any second. I guess I'm a much better gambler.