cyniclove
Greenlighter
Yep. I have sepsis. I'm going to be in the hospital for a good three weeks.
I have a PICC line.. and I'm injecting drugs through it, still.
How fucked up is that?
The nurse gives me my meds, I hide them in my cheek, and go shoot up through my PICC line.
Well...
They found out.
Now my medicine is crushed and put in pudding.
I'm really extremely scared.
I've been on the needle for years now.. and have a pretty hefty tolerance.
What worries me is the huge shift in bioavailability.. from IV to oral.
Currently taking 40 mg oxycodone prn every 4 hours.
Mods, I really don't know where else to put this.. "The Dark Side" really appealed to me because I'm in a very, very, very dark place right now.
Very apathetic, cannot stop crying, very moody, very scared, suicidal thoughts.. I basically just want to die. I'm embarrassed, I've let everyone I love down, I'm being treated like a junkie [I am a junkie. But also a human being. I'm being treated <human. I've never stole from anyone, have always been truthful especially with the medical staff. But that backfires apparently.]
I'm in a cage. With a pole connecting me to the IV antibiotics. Under a microscope. Even chaperoned cigarettes.
I'm so frustrated with everything.. I can't even believe myself. Shooting up in the hospital.. and in the hospital because I'm shooting up?
What a fucking junkie.
I'm really scared of being in pain. I have psoriatic arthritis, reactive arthritis, ankylosing spondylitis, Crohn's Disease, fibromyalgia.. [my immune system really sucks. attacking itself thinking it's foreign material. stupid body.. why do you fail me?]
Shooting up was like a godsend. Pain immediately hushed. <edited>
I obviously need help.
AND I'm missing out on Mardi Gras. I know that's probably the last thing I need to be worried about, but it's a time of the year I've always had a zest for. And 311 Day. And my boyfriend's birthday.
Right now my main concern is going from IV use for so many years to oral.
I guess I'll have to get used to it.
And I'm concerned for my life, but not enough obviously.
The rate I'm going, I'm going to kill myself. I know this. Why is it not enough to "scare me out of it"? I'd be dead without these antibiotics. Which I'm getting pumped full of. I mean they are really eradicating this shit.
Yeah I'm past "dark place". I'm in death's valley. I feel like I'm just a shell and all my insides got sucked out of me.
I just want to scream.
I have a PICC line.. and I'm injecting drugs through it, still.
How fucked up is that?
The nurse gives me my meds, I hide them in my cheek, and go shoot up through my PICC line.
Well...
They found out.
Now my medicine is crushed and put in pudding.
I'm really extremely scared.
I've been on the needle for years now.. and have a pretty hefty tolerance.
What worries me is the huge shift in bioavailability.. from IV to oral.
Currently taking 40 mg oxycodone prn every 4 hours.
Mods, I really don't know where else to put this.. "The Dark Side" really appealed to me because I'm in a very, very, very dark place right now.
Very apathetic, cannot stop crying, very moody, very scared, suicidal thoughts.. I basically just want to die. I'm embarrassed, I've let everyone I love down, I'm being treated like a junkie [I am a junkie. But also a human being. I'm being treated <human. I've never stole from anyone, have always been truthful especially with the medical staff. But that backfires apparently.]
I'm in a cage. With a pole connecting me to the IV antibiotics. Under a microscope. Even chaperoned cigarettes.
I'm so frustrated with everything.. I can't even believe myself. Shooting up in the hospital.. and in the hospital because I'm shooting up?
What a fucking junkie.
I'm really scared of being in pain. I have psoriatic arthritis, reactive arthritis, ankylosing spondylitis, Crohn's Disease, fibromyalgia.. [my immune system really sucks. attacking itself thinking it's foreign material. stupid body.. why do you fail me?]
Shooting up was like a godsend. Pain immediately hushed. <edited>
I obviously need help.
AND I'm missing out on Mardi Gras. I know that's probably the last thing I need to be worried about, but it's a time of the year I've always had a zest for. And 311 Day. And my boyfriend's birthday.
Right now my main concern is going from IV use for so many years to oral.
I guess I'll have to get used to it.
And I'm concerned for my life, but not enough obviously.
The rate I'm going, I'm going to kill myself. I know this. Why is it not enough to "scare me out of it"? I'd be dead without these antibiotics. Which I'm getting pumped full of. I mean they are really eradicating this shit.
Yeah I'm past "dark place". I'm in death's valley. I feel like I'm just a shell and all my insides got sucked out of me.

I just want to scream.
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