Well Then in Hello

I ended up going to the main hospital to check myself into the psych ward for a few days to dry out. Not sure what pill that doctor gave me but my shakes stopped within an hour. Explained to several of the staff the scars weren’t a suicide attempt, just wanted to feel in control of something. As I was not an extreme case I was discharged after midnight. However the awesome third shift nurse gave me a note for a few more days off from work.

Before all this I was on the phone most of the day trying to find a decent rehab program. Said fuck it and got the Antabuse prescription filled. I take this stuff if makes you deathly sick if you drink. So fine, like six years ago, I’ll do this on my own.

Today I slept nice and long. Took all my meds, bought mom and I lunch, did a load of laundry with two more to go and drew a little bit. There is an AA meeting at 8pm I’m gonna attend and ask for advice on my current DUI and if out patient is worth it?

This past weekend…I don’t know. I’m just sick of the insanity I try to make out of my life doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result.

Well, time to load the dryer.

Peace.