So where the fuck is everyone, especially our lovely od mods, all but scrof are MIA
I have the house to myself for three weeks simultaneous to seasonal employment with bizarre hours, doing production that doesn't require you to say a word to anyone for an entire 10 hour day, and an unexpected cash flow, plus after the last week the employers rolled back and I suddenly have two days off, which is good because I don't even know what time it is. Plus for complex reasons there are massive projects underway that require heavy cleaning and reorganization.
All of that, plus propane torch on a newly perfected meth bong means I can vaporize a quarter gram in ten seconds. It is not a good thing, probably. But there is so much garbage flying, my brain will forgive me later.
OOoooh, and then, see seasonal employment, means that last weekend was my one-year anniversary of the crystalization portion of my life, and lurking Bluelight for how to smoke with a Bic outside (you cannot).
Also, so far, still (not openly) counting, my last drunk. I may be bugeyed with half the kitchen dismantled at 1am, but yesterday I got to work at 6am with clean clothes and shaved. One year plus like a month ago, in this situation, I would be blacked out, or if I made it to work, have to go out to the car every hour to get anti-WD swigs, too shaky to do the work right, so half-assing it and cheating while staring at the clock till I could get a load on, until I'm fired after two days.
Then, triggering an epic ambulatory days-long blackout with two arrests and two hospitalizations. The recovery from that takes a good month of vomiting. Not exaggeration, that was how it went three years ago. And so far, back to over a gram a day for this work-vacation, I can be up for 108 hours eating little but garbage, hallucinating, and remember everything, I've broken nothing, started no fights, scared no neighbors, fed all the animals, and fucking cleaned anything up better than it was.
When I've stopped at this level before, I get sleepy and depressed. Boo fucking hoo. I can use a spoon, goddammit, you can't do that in alcohol WD. For fuck's sake, it's absolutely ming-boggling to me, to wake up to have no morning meth, and just put your shoes on like normal and go about your day, eating a lot and nodding a bit. NOT A SINGLE TWINGE OF NAUSEA, no desperate search for some substitute, clawing at your self, vibrating in place, unable to stand up straight and needing a bucket next to the bed for any fluids I bring up. And then seizing, which is actually good cause it means hospitals and IV benzos, and my other favorite drug in the universe, ondansetron.
SO let's all celebrate reduced harm, in switching from alcohol to absolutely anything.
PS., TC, there are no warning signs of impending seizure. You feel fine, then mid-sentence suddenly you're waking up from a vivid dream. They don't hurt, you don't feel a thing, don't experience any time loss, don't experience anything.
