WithMyLife
Bluelighter
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- Apr 13, 2013
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Tonight I made the very unwise choice of having some wine and GBL, and phoning my mum while on it.
Long story short, I passed out, she panicked, and sent the police to break into my house. Paramedic chatted to me a while before declaring me healthy, police stayed for an hour waiting for the guy to show up to board up my door. Spent an hour chatting shit to them while they stood next to the pippette and GBL.
Now waiting for the guy to finish boarding up my door.
Not sure where to go from here. My mum thought I was dying, and she's angry. She's already lost one daughter, and losing the other to a drug OD is probably something she fears, given that she knows what I do, and she knows I lost someone I love to drugs this year.
I don't know how I'll recover from this. For me, it wasn't a traumatic drug event -- it was a run of the mill GBL KO. So I can't truthfully tell her that it's changed my relationship with drugs, although I'm sure that that's the reaction I should have.
Door guy has gone now. £250 for a few planks of wood. Immeasurable cost to the rest of my life. Both my neighbours got dragged into this bullshit. I'm furious with my mum but also so so so so ashamed I can hardly think.
I've changed the thread title from "my friday night". I really, really don't want to be on my own at the moment. I am so freaked out and really want to talk to someone, is anyone around who could chat to me on msn or something?
Long story short, I passed out, she panicked, and sent the police to break into my house. Paramedic chatted to me a while before declaring me healthy, police stayed for an hour waiting for the guy to show up to board up my door. Spent an hour chatting shit to them while they stood next to the pippette and GBL.
Now waiting for the guy to finish boarding up my door.
Not sure where to go from here. My mum thought I was dying, and she's angry. She's already lost one daughter, and losing the other to a drug OD is probably something she fears, given that she knows what I do, and she knows I lost someone I love to drugs this year.
I don't know how I'll recover from this. For me, it wasn't a traumatic drug event -- it was a run of the mill GBL KO. So I can't truthfully tell her that it's changed my relationship with drugs, although I'm sure that that's the reaction I should have.
Door guy has gone now. £250 for a few planks of wood. Immeasurable cost to the rest of my life. Both my neighbours got dragged into this bullshit. I'm furious with my mum but also so so so so ashamed I can hardly think.
I've changed the thread title from "my friday night". I really, really don't want to be on my own at the moment. I am so freaked out and really want to talk to someone, is anyone around who could chat to me on msn or something?


time to start thinking about your drug use maybe...