{"id":104506,"date":"2013-03-17T17:54:40","date_gmt":"2013-03-17T21:54:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/104506\/rehab\/"},"modified":"2026-11-01T16:44:53","modified_gmt":"2026-11-01T16:44:53","slug":"rehab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/104506\/rehab\/","title":{"rendered":"REHAB"},"content":{"rendered":"

I recently checked myself into rehab.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Access to the internet was forbidden (although I managed to sneak a few minutes occasionally, on my psychiatrist’s assistant’s computer).<\/font><\/p>\n

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).<\/font><\/p>\n

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).\u00a0 There was an intense 8 to 5 schedule of group sessions, which were all compulsory.\u00a0 Anyone caught dodging a session would have ‘consequences’ (eg. No visitors and\/or phone calls for a week).\u00a0 If the therapists noticed a trend of absenteeism, the entire group would have ‘consequences’.\u00a0 We were all treated like children.<\/font><\/p>\n

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.\u00a0 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).\u00a0 That was very frustrating, but not as much as kicking my drug addiction.\u00a0 That was very painful indeed.\u00a0 It is still painful.\u00a0 It may always be painful.<\/font><\/p>\n

As for the clinic itself: The rooms were quite dirty.\u00a0 The heavy snorer I mentioned never flushed the toilet or washed his hands.\u00a0 The toilet paper was the rough 1-ply stuff.\u00a0 It was like taking a cheese grater to a bullet wound.\u00a0 My wardrobe door was broken (presumably by the previous patient).\u00a0 There was an evil smell emanating from the drains; right into the bathrooms, through the holes in the basins.\u00a0 Ewww.<\/font><\/p>\n

The food was hit-and-miss.\u00a0 I had been to the clinic 6 years before, and it was much better back then.\u00a0 They must’ve changed the caterers.\u00a0 There was never enough juice on the tables, the coffee was horrible and there was pepper in the salt pot.\u00a0 The toast was cold and soggy.\u00a0 Actually, all the food was cold and soggy.\u00a0 The desserts were generally OK, I guess.<\/font><\/p>\n

Anyway, I am glad to be home.\u00a0 The first thing I did was flush my home supply down the toilet.\u00a0 I do not want to go back to the clinic.<\/font><\/p>\n

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That’s less than half the pills I had in stock.\u00a0 I gave the others to a responsible friend, who occasionally uses those particular pills.\u00a0 I later found a few more, which I had in another place.\u00a0 They also went down the toilet.<\/font><\/p>\n

The remainder of my afternoon was spent unpacking, showering and masturbating (not in that order).\u00a0 I am now looking forward to sleeping in my own bed – after rubbing another one out.<\/font><\/p>\n

I don’t recommend rehab.\u00a0 However, if you have a serious problem with drugs, it may be advisable.\u00a0 Therefore, I don’t recommend drugs.\u00a0 Don’t become addicted to drugs (including alcohol).\u00a0 It just isn’t worth the pain and aggravation.<\/font><\/p>\n

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Just a friendly message, from KOTN<\/strong>.<\/font><\/p>\n

P.S.\u00a0 I could not get into the whole Narcotics Anonymous thing (we had a meeting, every single evening).\u00a0 That’s a subject for another blog…..<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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