Hi bro's,
Those on here that know of me know of my health issues (all alcohol related) and I thought I'd explain what's been happening the last month.
Basically I almost died around a month ago. My kidneys were failing as they have so many stones in them, and then everything started to shut down, which with my liver, pancreas and heart already fucked was pretty bad. Spent 15 days in hospital, went through a hospital detox (for the 17th time in 4 years) which put your body through hell in themselves, and was discharged to the care of my local council (government for non-UKcel's) as I am homeless and between them and the hospital they got me from the hospital straight into a rehab where I am currently recovering. Will be in here until at least late March, is certainly more comfortable and warm than the crackdown kitchen. Though I do miss my kickass big TV and I had to buy a sim card with unlimited data as no internet, well there is but the staff wouldn't give me the code because I think they wanna keep me isoloated. So it really pisses them off when I got this sim card in the post
Living with strangers, most of whom are crazy, is taking some getting used too. I've lived and dossed in all sorts of hellish places so it's a breeze. Have a room to myself (for now) which is cool too.
It's warm, I'm fed as much as I want, looked after 24/7 and it's in the ass end of nowhere so no point in trying to escape as it's literally MILES of countryside surrounding it so it's impossible. Is actually quite tranquil, a nice little lake outside my window which I sometimes sit and have some peace. I can't ever drink alcohol again or these last few years I have left to live will be hell, the pain I was in was indescribable. They gave me 10 shots of morphine (2 at a time) over 2 hours and I was still fully alert and fully in agony, I begged them to kill me at one point as the pain was too much to bear. I'm still a little yellow from the jaundice, but still alive. Just.
The rehab is actually like a country retreat. Is full of Mentalcels and addictcels but tbh the crackden I was dossing in before here, those assholes were alot worse. There's one dude who I remember from years ago, he dosen't remember me as he's insane tbh, who just today started his trial in court for walking around town barechested with an axe threatening people. He spent the last week wondering around the building in a Santa Claus onesie just being insane.
He stays awake for days and then sleeps for days. Him right now:
Some other dude is a junkie drug dealer who's been in and outta prison for the last 15 years. Another is an autist Truecel who is a whizz with computers and a hell of a cook. Some other guy is a crackhead who loves the sound of his own voice and has done everything (one of those types) so I stay away from him. I pretty much stay upstairs watching movies, football, Youtube etc... stuff I used to in the Crackden kitchen I squatted in except here I have centeral heating, hot running water, am cooked for and looked after, beautiful surroundings and I'm not anywhere near alcohol so am slowly recovering. I'm still pretty weak and in pain, I tend to sleep ALOT which is why I haven't been active as even typing and concentrating on a screen is tiring tbh. Also have a room to myself at the minute as the place isn't full. Here's some pics of my room, and the video's show the surroundings and building etc, of the place:
I do like the view from my bedroom. If someone does move in and share a room with me, their part looks pretty grim snd barren tbh
All in all I'm slowly getting there, haven't went this long without a drink for at least 15+ years. Thank you for all the messages I've had wondering where I had gone, show's alot of you guy's care which is cool
Those on here that know of me know of my health issues (all alcohol related) and I thought I'd explain what's been happening the last month.
Basically I almost died around a month ago. My kidneys were failing as they have so many stones in them, and then everything started to shut down, which with my liver, pancreas and heart already fucked was pretty bad. Spent 15 days in hospital, went through a hospital detox (for the 17th time in 4 years) which put your body through hell in themselves, and was discharged to the care of my local council (government for non-UKcel's) as I am homeless and between them and the hospital they got me from the hospital straight into a rehab where I am currently recovering. Will be in here until at least late March, is certainly more comfortable and warm than the crackdown kitchen. Though I do miss my kickass big TV and I had to buy a sim card with unlimited data as no internet, well there is but the staff wouldn't give me the code because I think they wanna keep me isoloated. So it really pisses them off when I got this sim card in the post
Living with strangers, most of whom are crazy, is taking some getting used too. I've lived and dossed in all sorts of hellish places so it's a breeze. Have a room to myself (for now) which is cool too.It's warm, I'm fed as much as I want, looked after 24/7 and it's in the ass end of nowhere so no point in trying to escape as it's literally MILES of countryside surrounding it so it's impossible. Is actually quite tranquil, a nice little lake outside my window which I sometimes sit and have some peace. I can't ever drink alcohol again or these last few years I have left to live will be hell, the pain I was in was indescribable. They gave me 10 shots of morphine (2 at a time) over 2 hours and I was still fully alert and fully in agony, I begged them to kill me at one point as the pain was too much to bear. I'm still a little yellow from the jaundice, but still alive. Just.
The rehab is actually like a country retreat. Is full of Mentalcels and addictcels but tbh the crackden I was dossing in before here, those assholes were alot worse. There's one dude who I remember from years ago, he dosen't remember me as he's insane tbh, who just today started his trial in court for walking around town barechested with an axe threatening people. He spent the last week wondering around the building in a Santa Claus onesie just being insane.
He stays awake for days and then sleeps for days. Him right now:
Some other dude is a junkie drug dealer who's been in and outta prison for the last 15 years. Another is an autist Truecel who is a whizz with computers and a hell of a cook. Some other guy is a crackhead who loves the sound of his own voice and has done everything (one of those types) so I stay away from him. I pretty much stay upstairs watching movies, football, Youtube etc... stuff I used to in the Crackden kitchen I squatted in except here I have centeral heating, hot running water, am cooked for and looked after, beautiful surroundings and I'm not anywhere near alcohol so am slowly recovering. I'm still pretty weak and in pain, I tend to sleep ALOT which is why I haven't been active as even typing and concentrating on a screen is tiring tbh. Also have a room to myself at the minute as the place isn't full. Here's some pics of my room, and the video's show the surroundings and building etc, of the place:
I do like the view from my bedroom. If someone does move in and share a room with me, their part looks pretty grim snd barren tbh
All in all I'm slowly getting there, haven't went this long without a drink for at least 15+ years. Thank you for all the messages I've had wondering where I had gone, show's alot of you guy's care which is cool
