Grim Reaper Chapter (dunno, lost count)
I took the weekend off. Turned off the mobile, stayed indoors, except to leave the sanctuary of my little nest to watch the rugby. Worst game I've seen in all my life, seriously. I effectively wasted 80 minutes of my life watching South Africa get THRASHED. I should have known that the rugby was an omen for worse things to come....
The doctor decided that we should change my sleeping tablets, a bit of variety in my normal cocktail. I was given these new ones with strict instructions to try them out over a weekend, just in case. I am sure that I could've, quite calmly, killed my doc on Sunday morning at about 12:30... Obviously, the new ones don't work. After a struggle to catch some ZZZZ's till about 1am, I got pissed off and took the old ones on top of the new 'miracle' tab that did nothing. Saying it did nothing is not correct - it did everything, except waht it was supposed to do.
Keep in mind, July is mid winter for us lucky ones in SA. Instead of curling up under my blankets with my teeth chattering as they should be, I was sweating like a pig, felt like the middle of a tropical heatwave in my room. Other than that - I was awake. I hate being awake after 10:00, somehow it reminds me that the rest of the world is 'normal' and are falling asleep without any pills, unlike me.
Word to the wise, if you're cold and you need a warm-up, mail me and I'll send you the name of those stupid, useless pills.
Low and behold: 2:00 the Reaper called. He decided since HE (the Royal Highness of DickheadAsshole country, situated between the Magic Kingdom of Cunt and the Enchanted Fuckface County) couldn't get hold of me on my mobile, OBVIOUSLY something must be wrong.
Doesn't matter how 'worried' he was it doesn't justify breaking and entering!!!! I woke up to find him in my BEDROOM shaking me awake. He broke in through the kitchen windows. I feel pretty violated right now, not to mention the paranoia that I am not 'safe' in my own home anymore.
Two questions spring to mind immediatly: why does it worry him NOW, after the fact, if I'm ok? What makes him think that I was okay and safe all the nights he went out drinking and only came home at 04:00 in the morning? The mind boggles - again.
If things carry on like this I will have to get a restraining order. I don't want to take such extreme measures, because I don't want to be the cause of someone being stuck with a criminal offence against their name. I KNOW even if I get the order, it will mean nothing, he will violate it and then if I have him arrested he will have a criminal record.
Where do you draw the line between not fucking up someone else's life and stopping them from fucking up yours?
The doctor decided that we should change my sleeping tablets, a bit of variety in my normal cocktail. I was given these new ones with strict instructions to try them out over a weekend, just in case. I am sure that I could've, quite calmly, killed my doc on Sunday morning at about 12:30... Obviously, the new ones don't work. After a struggle to catch some ZZZZ's till about 1am, I got pissed off and took the old ones on top of the new 'miracle' tab that did nothing. Saying it did nothing is not correct - it did everything, except waht it was supposed to do.
Keep in mind, July is mid winter for us lucky ones in SA. Instead of curling up under my blankets with my teeth chattering as they should be, I was sweating like a pig, felt like the middle of a tropical heatwave in my room. Other than that - I was awake. I hate being awake after 10:00, somehow it reminds me that the rest of the world is 'normal' and are falling asleep without any pills, unlike me.
Word to the wise, if you're cold and you need a warm-up, mail me and I'll send you the name of those stupid, useless pills.
Low and behold: 2:00 the Reaper called. He decided since HE (the Royal Highness of DickheadAsshole country, situated between the Magic Kingdom of Cunt and the Enchanted Fuckface County) couldn't get hold of me on my mobile, OBVIOUSLY something must be wrong.
Doesn't matter how 'worried' he was it doesn't justify breaking and entering!!!! I woke up to find him in my BEDROOM shaking me awake. He broke in through the kitchen windows. I feel pretty violated right now, not to mention the paranoia that I am not 'safe' in my own home anymore.
Two questions spring to mind immediatly: why does it worry him NOW, after the fact, if I'm ok? What makes him think that I was okay and safe all the nights he went out drinking and only came home at 04:00 in the morning? The mind boggles - again.
If things carry on like this I will have to get a restraining order. I don't want to take such extreme measures, because I don't want to be the cause of someone being stuck with a criminal offence against their name. I KNOW even if I get the order, it will mean nothing, he will violate it and then if I have him arrested he will have a criminal record.
Where do you draw the line between not fucking up someone else's life and stopping them from fucking up yours?
posted by HappyTheClam @ 11:06 AM
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