FriendBurst Blog

I recently checked myself into rehab.  My phone was immediately taken away from me (as well as my money) and I was told I would not be allowed any visitors for the first week.  Access to the internet was forbidden (although I managed to sneak a few minutes occasionally, on my psychiatrist’s assistant’s computer).

As soon as I had completed all the admission forms, which took well over an hour, the nurse started going through the various pills I had brought with me – and then the psychiatrist decided which ones would be going in the trash (virtually all of them).

The first few days were pretty rough – and the ‘mood stabilizer’ didn’t help (each morning, I would wake up feeling completely drained – and that feeling persisted throughout the morning).  There was an intense 8 to 5 schedule of group sessions, which were all compulsory.  Anyone caught dodging a session would have ‘consequences’ (eg. No visitors and/or phone calls for a week).  If the therapists noticed a trend of absenteeism, the entire group would have ‘consequences’.  We were all treated like children.

Once I was settled in the routine of the clinic (and one of the heavy snorers had gone home) I started getting ideas for songs.  I had bass lines and rhythm loops going round in my head and I was whistling melodies, but I couldn’t get the ideas down (I was miles away from my home studio).  That was very frustrating, but not as much as kicking my drug addiction.  That was very painful indeed.  It is still painful.  It may always be painful.

As for the clinic itself: The rooms were quite dirty.  The heavy snorer I mentioned never flushed the toilet or washed his hands.  The toilet paper was the rough 1-ply stuff.  It was like taking a cheese grater to a bullet wound.  My wardrobe door was broken (presumably by the previous patient).  There was an evil smell emanating from the drains; right into the bathrooms, through the holes in the basins.  Ewww.

The food was hit-and-miss.  I had been to the clinic 6 years before, and it was much better back then.  They must’ve changed the caterers.  There was never enough juice on the tables, the coffee was horrible and there was pepper in the salt pot.  The toast was cold and soggy.  Actually, all the food was cold and soggy.  The desserts were generally OK, I guess.

Anyway, I am glad to be home.  The first thing I did was flush my home supply down the toilet.  I do not want to go back to the clinic.

That’s less than half the pills I had in stock.  I gave the others to a responsible friend, who occasionally uses those particular pills.  I later found a few more, which I had in another place.  They also went down the toilet.

The remainder of my afternoon was spent unpacking, showering and masturbating (not in that order).  I am now looking forward to sleeping in my own bed – after rubbing another one out.

I don’t recommend rehab.  However, if you have a serious problem with drugs, it may be advisable.  Therefore, I don’t recommend drugs.  Don’t become addicted to drugs (including alcohol).  It just isn’t worth the pain and aggravation.

Just a friendly message, from KOTN.

P.S.  I could not get into the whole Narcotics Anonymous thing (we had a meeting, every single evening).  That’s a subject for another blog…..