Just got back from the docs, took a few chlormethiazole and my antibiotics, chewed up an OC40, and grinding 3 more up for a shot, then its time to relax for a change, and get reading everything I couldn't pay attention to last night.
Had the bite wound on my arm properly dressed, walked out with some decent stuff etc. All is well right atm, apart from my paralysed other hand. That HAS to be working later this week, for my driving lesson. Quite possibly having had seizures in the past I can't legally drive...but I'm on a highway to a pauper's old age if I can't, so to speak. And sod that.
I want, before I die, to have my own particle accelerator (a cyclotron, or maybe cyclosynchrotron even), sure I am not going to be able to afford several petawatts in capacitor banks:P but it would bee sweet as hell to build my own, mainly for the ability to produce small quantities of tritium, in doing so, bee-ing extremely for ex. X-raying stuff, actually forming elements fron others, de novo, I would absolutely love to have a ring, made from Ir, that I had worked hard, (and me being 'lil 'ol Kanner's me....play just as hard at the same time:D)
FUCK, I just came within a femtosecond or so of losing my oxy! I always do first a quick wash with an emptied amp of sterile saline, but then to get the remainder of the goodies just begging for a one-way ticket to the venous network of Lestat Rett, I give the powder a good soak in a wee glass vial before filtering again and slamming the rest.
After a night in miserable knee and hip+arm pain, oh, my fucking blue, furry CHRIST that first bite at the cherry felt so good, Sleep-deprived me almost dropped his vial and syringe. As it was, scarcely a droplet escaped, only to be caught on a finger and slurped up:) Fuckers never give me enough just to control my pain levels, and if not well rested, in agony and with those cursed myoclonic attacks I would have been fucking well gutted. For me, RX day is shooting day and a GOOD long, refreshing sensory blackout thrown as best as possible together in my room, save for plenty of 'Draconian; and also the trees; jack-off-jill,fields of the nephilim, rammstein, drowning pool, cradle of filth and friends, to soothe my severely sleep-deprived, starving hungry, myoclonic-attack-prone and etremely bloody grumpy central nervous system, what with the adrenal output squirrelyness.
Mmmm...this feels GOOD, not just a hyperalgesic state told 'well well, what have we heeeeere now? off we jolly well twatting bugger, I usually only shoot 2 a go, this time I'd crunched one up in the docs 'twixt my teeth...bitter lol, then prepped three more, figured sod it, its treat day, time to stamp right up the anal sphincter of my tolerance and out my nearest window
And very nicely it did too. I think I'll have a sedating antihistamine, a quick squirt of a nasal decongestant spray (I take this all the time, usually a bad idea, but in my case its to block the congestion I get as a side effect of alpha-2 adrenoreceptors, speaking of which, I haven't yet had any of my clonidine then rest. Undecided as to finishing my oxy shot or saving the other half. I'll have it now though I think, I don't want it to sit and...breed something....first of all, I want a nice big cold drink, I am ridiculously thirsty right now. Then time for a pipe before bed. If I can't manage to roll a smoke with only one movable hand
Y'know what they say though....where theres a will there is a wa.....errm...scratch that...there is the hope of a rich, dead relative to be exploited
