Evil Kidneys...
So, I've been in bed over a week now, with the exception of the odd trip out to drink so alcohol or indulge in a few mind altering substances. One thing remains pretty constant however, that my kidneys are still hurting me greatly. Initially I had put it down to an unfortunate coincidence, the fact that I'd been absolutely wankered several weekends in a row didn't seem very relevent.
So I did the wise thing, for a day or so, stayed at home, drank lots of water, slept. Last Friday was the first after payday so naturally I had to go out, it wasn't a choice so much as a calling. I did it, and it did it with style. It was 5am when I crawled home on Saturday morning, and I was still capable of conversation - which in itself was a problem, cos I gave the taxi driver my number, only because I'm too polite to say no when people ask. So I just have this massive reject list on my phone.
Anyway, I suffered for my actions on Saturday, Sunday & Monday. By Tuesday I was utterly disillusioned with life and had to go and see the Goo Goo Dolls in concert, they did, in fact, rock my socks and I had an awesome time. Then I went home, quickly washed my hair, and headed down to town on a mission to not get drunk, and just enjoy my evening sober.
Back in the day I used to be a bit of judgemental pain in the arse when it came to drugs, but as I've gotten older I've just accepted that some people take drugs just as others drink. Now I'm in a position where I've tried both I understand the pros & cons. I find it quite upsetting when people get high and mighty about the evils of drugs - when you consider that every weekend across Britain, people are going out gettin drunk and kicking the living hell out of each other. Yet still, drugs are portrayed as the real evil. I think not.
So back to Tuesday, I was poor, I'd just spent £80 on a keyboard, accidentally, I didn't want a keyboard. I met up with a friend, and some of her friends and had a few pills, I was determined not to mix alcohol & drugs, as I don't think it's necessary. Then we went back to hers and took some more, and a whole cocktail of different things - it was the maddest place I've ever been. It was nearly 6pm on Wednesday before I left, I returned later, had more, and finally fell asleep at 1am on yesterday. I can't say I remember much of yesterday, I know I went to the doctor's and she didn't seem in the least bit suspicious about my face. Which made me wonder if I was actually OK.
Last night I returned to the Emporium, I left at 3.30 this morning as my brain, kidneys and general insides were beginning to protest. I'm starting to feel closer to human again. Now I shall attempt eating food.
I didn't actually come on here to talk about my exploits in the realms beyond, but to announce I'm now a Reverend. I can't decided what my religion is, I can't think of a name for it. I don't know how to use my powers for good, or evil for that matter. What the hell can I do?!
What I'm going to do right now, is take my very narcotic urine sample to the doctors and hope to (whatever god(s) I'm yet to create) that I don't get caught....
Lesson learnt...Be more careful
