I really gained a lot more respect for you Icequeen, knowing that you rescue cats. Not saying I had the opposite for you to begin with, but I am a big animal lover (lol, especially when cute Kanner's females are concerned...although having lost the love of my life, my soulmate (who actually started off as my stalker). The most delightful lady I have ever been lucky enough to have the privilege of knowing, and the most beautiful, foxy lass I have ever laid eyes on, I will never again be in a relationship, nobody can ever compare to her. Well, there are a couple of women I would bee with, perhaps 3, one autie activist lass, this activist with Rett's, and a Kanner's autie girl who I have been in a relationship many years ago and I have never been able to stop thinking of; she met me at a paintball game, and introduced herself by pinning me up against a tree and eating my face. Got to know her name a bit afterwards
I don't date NTs, nothing against them at all, but I just don't find them sexually attractive. Girls on the spectrum, or MR girls only.
As for animals, I have taken in all sorts. A hedgehog named (of course, what else) sonic tha I had for a pet, a raven/rook that I took in after the poor wee mite got blasted out of a tree with a shotgun, another bird, a pigeon, not sure what happened to him/her, a slow worm (a kind of legless lizard, that looks like a small snake; a dog, named sasha, a dobermann/generic caning hybrid, and three homeless cat. I'll take in anything. I just can't bear to see an animal in distress or ill treated. I will go without food myself if I have to if it means a miserable animal has food and/or medical care end I have to go hungry. I even move snails off the middle of the street where they are likely to get squashed, and I refuse to put slug pellets on my gardening space.
What else am I thinking? I enjoyed my first ever driving lesson, although it came just after I got out of hospital, having been thrown into sudden adrenal storm thanks to having none of my adrenal blockers in there after having a myoclonic seizure, causing me to fall down, and my knee collapse; which made me fall down on the floor, smashing my head against a sharp wooden panel serving as a door to a cupboard I store lab glassware in that overflows both the Batcave itself, _ the drawers under my bed.
I sliced my face up, and the side of my head, as well as smashing my head against the wall repeatedly. My eyebrow is drooping over my eye, as well as suffering a bleed inside my nose, missed my eye itself by mere millimeters. I hate hospitals to begin with, massive overload is the certain result of being in one for anything but an X-ray, CT scan on my knee/hip etc. (can't have an MRI due to metalwork in my face. And would they give me any pain relief whatsoever, despite the fact of my being in withdrawal from 120mg of oxycodone a day+ the occasional oral morphine (its OTC here in small doses although quite hard to find these days, many pharmacies no longer stock it
. and I am quite partial to codeine syrup, and when pods are in season, and I can harvest my crops, opium poppy tea.
They could at the very least given me some IV morphine, never mind the fact that I could barely even walk thanks to my knee collapsing constantly, my hip pain (which makes the pain in my knee look like fun), and the fact that aside from having very little feeling in my leg past the knee other than neuropathic pain, which opioids do very, very little to treat, I was in the withdrawal from hell and a massive fuckoff overload. For fucks sake, I had to more or less fall on my hands and knees and beg like a dog for, over several days, an extra box of cereal, and cup of tea. every as scrap of food all that time is the following: 4 of those tiny little taster pack boxes of weetabix, a box of cornflakes that I stole when they weren't looking and when I was REALLY lucky, two cups of hot chocolate to dip them in and a glass of milk. I My bleeding mother of jesus was I starving hungry when I got out. Oh, and one of those tiny little pots of icecream that only seem to be served up in various institution type places, such as hospitals and prisons, that hold perhaps 2-3 spoonfuls at most, or one if one has a tablespoon. Aside from managing to get 14x40mg oxycontin for free from them, that my regular GP overlooked and scripted me a further weeks supplly along with switching my adrenal blocker to clonidine from a much shorter acting, somewhat weaker one, which is a massive, massive improvement nothing good came of my hospital stay.
Had my first driving lesson today, having just got out of hospital not last night, but late the day before. First thing I ever did after shooting up a hefty dose of my spare oxys, was munch through a whole roast chicken, soaked in as much tabasco habanero sauce as I could cover it in, a whole watermelon, a pack of cheese slices, then a pack of korma spicy turkey chunks, again covered in the extra-hot tabasco sauce, likewise two pepperamis, covered in more of the same. A pepperoni pizza, another watermelon (no tabasco on that, as tempted as I was for a moment
).
I'm still hungry. I am fairly certain there is a big tub of chocolate icecream in the freezer, another 2 packs of cheese slices in the fridge, along with a watermelon and a half, and two piel de sapo melons.
Time to go find more food, and have a shot of my last two oxycontin/and some of a deschloro N-ethyl-norketamine/methoxylated PCE hybrid mixed up together in the same syringe.
