Get to pick it up today. I'm thankful that laying on death's gray doorstep last week helped me lose that last six nagging pounds. Now I just have to continue starving myself until April.
what?
You may be asking yourself, but DrM, are you at least feeling better? And the answer is NOT in the least! Well, maybe a scoshe, since I can actually get out of bed. But by the end of the day, I'm pretty worn out. I feel like one of those delicate ante bellum southern women. I get the vapors and have to lie down a lot. Maybe I'll start carrying a hand held fan around and waving it around whenever the situation gets a little risque.
At anyrate, instead of doing actual work at group last night, I tried just sticking in a video on meth. here, watch the video, learn something, go home, stop doing drugs. And then one of my clients starts whining, waaahn, I'm triggered! I'm triggered, I want to use meth, bitch bitch bitch. And I'm thinking, God dammit, now i have to work. So there's an extra hour I have to put in with group, talking this guy back from the ledge until he was managing his cravings and ready to go home or go to a meeting or whatever. Get out, stop doing drugs.
I just wanted to go home, lay on the couch, and watch reruns of How I Met Your Mother. I've become the worst drug counselor in the entire world. Bleah.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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Hey, I thought Spokane was the Mecca of Meth-heads.
Oregon historically had the worst meth problem, and then it started moving East. Now it's everywhere, but especially in places like Idaho, Montana, anyplace rural. It's a bitch.
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