A little reminder to me on how bad life with gabo can be. After 8 days straight, I patted myself on the back. I got paid Friday lunch yet I hadn't rung my dealer by Friday night. Nor at Saturday lunch where I passed the "1 week" anniversary of last use. Nor on Saturday night, when I and S went to the party, although by this stage I had spent enough cash that I couldn't afford to anymore.
So when Sunday morning came, and I toddled off to do some cash-in-hand computer work, I guess you could have said I was fairly safe. Far from it. My mind had come full circle again, as it always done in times of straightness, and I had convinced myself that I was living with a she-harridan who loved me not a speck. I was planning to score a quarter, use by myself and move into my parents house whilst they were away in Fiji. Until the dust settled. So I did four hours work, and I pondered on the psychology of using alone, and came to the conclusion that it would be a spiteful act that wouldn't benefit wither of us. So i hinted at us sharing a blat. Paid for by me of course As ever, it worked out that I had just enough cash to get on. To hell with shopping and doctors for more metro scripts. This was gabo we were talking about of course! King of medicines and all that.
So at 3:30-ish the first call was placed to the local Rom connection. To cut a long and tedious story short, we pierced venously at around 1130pm. IN the meantime we had both stressed ourselves rather a lot, and I had endured 3 personal phone calls. I can just handle one a day - but these three came one on top of the other - an inebriated co-worker, a mumbling junkie ex, and (not bad) my parents from Fiji reminding me to use the onions they had left in their kitchen. They were away for ten days and didn't want the vegetable to go to waste. Stupidly I had told them I had used the sweet potato they'd left at home, so I guess this inspired them to offer me more. Onions! Did I need more of a warning that I was making a mistake? No. I knew it before the blat and all this shite did was stress me more, lessening the impact of the blat. I learnt nothing.