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Damn The Meth Addicts
Posted under Being RSG by Recovering Straight GirlOkay, I’ve posted some serious thought-provoking things lately and today is not going to be one of those days. Right now, I need to talk about ME, ME, ME.
I’m sick.
Maddeningly suffering.
I managed to get a few things done yesterday, went to the Social Security office to get a new card, and then fell apart at the seams. Fell apart.
HG sent me to bed. I whined. And then I got a fever. 100.2 (I know that’s not high, shut it.) HG came to bed and was lying next to me. And then I cried. Tears streaming down my face and I cried and sobbed and cried because everything hurt.
“You have a cold.”
“I don’t have a cold, I’m sure I have pneumonia and I’m going to die.
“In this day in age, you don’t die of pneumonia,”
“People die of pneumonia every day,” the tears were making me snotty and we don’t have any Puffs.
I turned off the light and HG snuggled behind me and told me that she would take me to the Urgent Care tomorrow if I was still dying. I really love that about her.
I woke up feeling a bit better with no fever but I’ve stayed in bed all day; I’m not taking any chances with possible impending death from pneumonia. I’ve read an entire novel (the new Sophie Kinsella book, my very most favorite British Chick Lit author who uses great British terms like “fab” and “bloody” and “darling.”) I adore her but I was feeling a little bit guilty that I read the entire book in a few hours–she must have worked on it a long time. Pity really, but it was Bloody Fab–Darlings.
I have also read the entire Ikea catalog, read more of the book I’m madly in love with, How To Become A Famous Writer Before You’re Dead by the amazing Ariel Gore. She doesn’t use the word Fab, but that’s okay. I’ve been carrying her book around with me for days, I take it in the bathtub with me, I write in the margins, I post-it note it, I hold it close to my heart because I want to absorb it into my very body. That’s how much I love it-if I could have sex with it, I would. I’m obsessed.
And I watched some TV. Nothing worth mentioning, I had to turn an awful show called, Deliver Me about an OB/GYN ward. Don’t even get me started on that abomination.
HG went out to the market to buy me some Italian Wedding Soup and whole wheat crackers and she brought it to me on a tray with some 7-UP (with proper ice to soda ratio and a straw.) She told me that I’m really High Maintenance when I’m sick. Imagine.
Tonight she is abandoning me going to a Girl’s Pajama Pizza and Movie Party with our BFF Neighbor Judy at our friend Eileen’s house and I’ll be left to my own devices which frightens me in my fragile state. I need attention. And I need drugs.
The God Damned Meth Addicts have ruined cold medicine. I would love some Thera Flu, or Nyquil, or something that actually works that doesn’t require a court order to get. The Meth Addicts have made being sick even more miserable than it used to be and I am really not happy about their contribution to the downfall of society. If anyone out there, who lives in a state that has REAL cold medicine, cares anything about me, you will send me drugs. I want to be knocked out, sleeping, repairing my feeble body and mind. Someone help me.
My fever’s back to 99.5. It’s not looking good.
I’m mad at the meth addicts right now for the same reason. I might have to go in to see my doctor on Monday for some lousy decongestant!
Having even the slightest fever makes me crazy. It sucks that the only thing you can do for them is take Tylenol.
People *do* die of pneumonia everyday! Be careful
I hope you feel better soon!
HG is a jewel, but you knew that. :>) Unfortunately, the best I can offer you is the Costco nighttime cold medicine which gives me really freaky sex dreams.
On second thought I’m keeping that for myself! Feel better soon - let us know if we can get you or HG anything, okay? Being sick sucks.
If you’re dying tomorrow, I’ll go to Washington and get the good stuff for you.
Yes, you’re welcome.
Feel better! - I totally cracked up reading this and am such a fan (not the groupie kind) that I would personally deliver (sign all the waivers necessary to get you the f–kin cold medicine) so you don’t die of pneumonia! I myself have had a mosquito bite and thought for certain I would die from West Nile, totally a hypochondriac. Even with this terrible infliction, my ex did not bring me soda, soup and crackers in bed - keep the HG that delivers the proper soda to ice ratio!
I love your blog, and just showed it to my FHG today who is also a RSG - we live in PDX and would love to meet sometime and crack up about the paths that led us to the circle. Email me if you need us to pick up some Meth ingredients for you! Just to clarify for the nazi Bush government monitoring this comment - WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET FROM SUDAFED TO METHANFEDIMINES!
HG is a keeper, but you already knew that!
I hope you aren’t dead or dying from pneumonia. I still haven’t made it to Argyle to meet you and HG…yet.
Gotta tell ya, my normal temp is 98.2 so anything over 99.0 makes me weepy–which is usually my first clue that I have a fever.
I hope you feel better by now, or are asleep peacefully and not caring one whit about anything but your dreams until tomorrow.
HG is the best, and not least because she went to the pizza/pj/movie party once she was sure she had done all she could for you.
Thanks for the book recommendations in the midst of your illness!
Your wife is the bomb. I love the ice to soda ratio, that made me laugh.
The meth heads have ruined it for you, but I can’t even take anything that has pseudoephedrine in it- it makes me jumpy/agitated. So most cold meds do nothing for me or I can’t take them. THAT blows. Or not, depending. You get the idea.
Anyway, feel better and don’t get into too much trouble in HG’s absence.
Wow, you sound like my partner when she gets sick. She’s always going to die. Well, you better hurry up and absorb that book!
Seriously, I hope you feel better.
Alright. I don’t know you, but I live in NoPo and have been surviving pneumonia for over a month. Good, non-meth adulterated meds.
Let me know
Need I mention I sadly went through the stock pile of “real” TheraFlu in the cupboard?
Get better soon!
Thanks again for the cool blog.
Dear Darling,
It must be fab to have as sweet a person at your beck and call as the awesome HG.
Bloody fever! How dare it strike you with it’s teary vulnerability and render you pneumatic.
Cheer up old thing.
Love,
Me.
Neva is right, I buried someone just yesterday who died of pneumonia….of course, she was 97. that said, hopefully it’s just a cold…good luck, hope you feel better!
Woo, You’re a dork:)
Feel better!
Hope you’re feeling better soon.
If it’s any consolation, you write a very entertaining blog when you’re at death’s door.
The retail restriction of precursor chemicals that are used to make meth (pseudoephedrine) has done absolutely nothing to put even a microscopic dent in the amount of meth on the streets (since 98% of it is, and always has come from superlabs in both North America and Mexico.)
However, it has made it harder for the small “mom and pop” or “ounce reduction” labs to be set up. These former home cooks still get their meth, except most of them now find it harder to set up shop in their own kitchen.
So while it might suck having more difficult access to cold medicine, console yourself in the knowledge that if even one kid is spared growing up in a meth lab, perhaps it’s a small price to pay.
What should really piss you off is that the government had the capacity to eliminate the entire methamphetamine problem, and they didn’t because the pharmaceutical companies had their lobbyists hard at work in Washington, blocking legislation on bulk importation of precursors.
And despite what the government “war on drugs” propaganda machine says, the meth problem is not getting better, it’s getting worse. So far, we’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.
I’m totally calling the DEA on Jim Stephens.
:::aligning myself with Jim:::: and for whatever reason.. I think the government was more siding with the pharmecutical companies and retiail outloets..because it was the amount of the pills being stolen from the stores.. which cut into the profits for the companies selling them.. but.. i digress.. what i really wanted to tell you about is.. beware of Robotussin soon coming off the grabbable shelves. Kids are now using it for what they call “robotripping”.. which is.. to tie a shoestring around the neck of the bottle.. and swing it around for a bit.. the chemicals in the bottle separate.. and then they drink the top portion.. this eliminates the need to drink the entore bottle to get the DXM in the quantity needed to “trip” somewhat similar to LSD or other hallucinogens. This same effect can be gotten with Coriciden Cold and Cough tablets.. “triple C” or “skittles” as they are called with teens…
So yes.. meth is bad.. I am gratefully recovering as a 20 some odd year meth addict.. and am working with teens while i am getting my degree to be a drug counselor… but.. everything else.. is working into bad shit too.. these kids are so freakin smart.. to be able to figure out any way to get high.. if they would only use that talent for good and not evil..
So parents.. be sure you are not becoming the neighborhood dope dealer.. (NOT you specifically RSG and HG) clean OUT your medicine cabinets.. keep narcotics in a place like you would keep a handgun.. both will kill.. and for goodness sake.. EDUCATE and TALK to your kids.. know where they are and who they are with…
This has been a public service announcement from Bammy.. thank you..
To limpy99:
When I saw your comment I burst out laughing and spit my coffee all over my keyboard. So you owe me for that - I’d prefer black with charcoal keys, wireless, but not one of those goofy ergonomic models that like Salvador Dali’s melting watches.
Anyway, I went to your site, cause I had a suspicion you had a great sense of humor. Well, it was more coffee spit out on the keyboard.
You truly have a gift for comedy writing, and it made my morning. Thanks.
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