Wow.
Shitty. Fucking. Day.
Where to begin... So My room mate at the sober living house has been exhibiting minor changes in behavior recently. I didn't think much of it, could have been a number of things. However last night my friend girl, two house mates and I all agreed he appeared to be kind of twacked out. I just became Resident Adviser this week, didn't have a copy of the managers key yet so I couldn't grab a urinalysis. It was hella late so we waited till this morning then informed the house manager that he needed to be drug tested. The manager comes in and wakes him up informing him he has to submit to a UA, he agrees and asks to smoke a cig and make some coffee first. I supervise him during the smoke, we go back inside and he proceeds to start making coffee. The manager, myself, and my friend girl are all sitting on the couch in view watching him, when all of a sudden he collapses and crashes down with the coffee machine on top of him, appearing to be having a seizure - glass from the coffee pot shatters everywhere. Was quite a scene. He snaps out of it and sits up acting all confused, we help him over to the couch I get him some water and we get 911 on the phone promptly. While waiting for the EMT's we ask what he's been using - He says the only thing new in his system is welbutrin, which could have actually accounted for strange behavior, tweakiness, seizure, etc (in rare cases).
I go out to greet/direct the EMT's over to where we're at in the complex and bring them inside. He proceeds to tell them the same thing when they ask, that he hasn't been using - just welbutrin - blah blah. After they go through the usual routine they strap him up and load him into the ambulance to take him to the hospital, he maintains his story of sobriety.
Afterwards, we go to the key cutters so I can get copies of all the important keys from the manager, and we head back. He asks me to make sure I drug test him when he gets back from the hospital, then bounces to go to a meeting. I start thinking about it, and regardless of the welbutrin decide to search his stuff. After all he's my room mate, if he's using and there's shit in my room - I have the right to know, especially since I have a certain level of responsibility with staff now.
It takes me all of 5 minutes to find a loaded syringe in his box of shit at the foot of our bunk bed, what looked like a ready made shot of methamphetamine (possibly cocaine). I instantly stop everything I'm doing, leave the room and call the manager as well as inform my housemate that was home at the time. The manager rushes back and I help him conduct a more thorough search of the room. We end up finding two more cooked up ready to go shots of what looked like meth, a spoon and 20+ used syringes, many of which didn't even have caps and were just exposed used needles. we disposed of the cooked up shots and locked up everything in the Med closet, usually we would have disposed of everything but we aren't risking touching dirty fuckin' needles that don't have caps. This fuck head can do it himself when he comes to grab his shit.
Turns out I'd been living in a room with an active twackstar and let myself be blind to it, while surrounded by drugs and paraphernalia IN MY FUCKING LIVING QUARTERS where i pay a LOT of money to be in a safe environment. I was fucking heated to say the least. I understand it's an SLE, addicts relapse, yada yada - but c'mon. There's a respectful fucking way to relapse, and this wasn't it. I don't understand why someone would jeopardize peoples LIVES and recovery to pay extra living expenses for sober housing only to be using while living there. wtf.
Suffice to say, now that I have the power to do so, if I suspect ANYTHING I will not hesitate to breathalyze/drug test anyone who lives here with me, regardless of if they're my friend. I let the people here that I trust to let me know if they suspect anyone as well In case I miss something.
Sorry this turned into a bit of a rant/longer story than it needed to be. Just a crazy day and I wanted to vent in detail. I am really proud of myself for how I handled everything though, and didn't use over it. I was a hardcore IV drug user for a few years, however this wasn't triggering luckily, I was disgusted at the site of what I found. Seriously.. In my fucking bedroom...
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I felt like screaming after typing that but didn;t want to wake up my house mates.
TL;DR
My room mate at sober living had a seizure, I found a few made up shots of meth and 20+ used syringes in our room, I officially have the power to drug test people now at the SLE. (among other things)
