Boys Don’t Cry
Without going too far out on a limb, I’m fairly certain we’ve established that I’m a pretty passionate person - enthusiastic, frustrated by social injustices, honest (perhaps painfully so), quick to anger if riled - and so on. Recently I’ve had enough time to take a good hard look at myself. ‘Skinny’ was my main thought. My brother calls it the ‘Auswich look’. Not sure where I’m going with this… maybe generating an atmosphere of introspection?
Ok… I’ve said it before, getting off drugs really, really sucks. For the last few weeks I’ve been taking something known at Tramal to stop the aching bone pain in my leg (for those of you wondering what having a broken leg feels like, it feels like a dead leg, only you’re getting ‘dead-legged’ every 15 mins or so). Tramal is an opiate derivative (Heroin is a real opiate). This stuff is pretty good at making you feel good. It’s in a pack with all those labels that say things like, “Do not drive a vehicle after taking this drug”. They don’t even say ‘heavy machinery’, they say “vehicle”. I keep wondering if a wheelchair is a ‘vehicle’?
Anyway, getting off drugs sucks. Apart from making your posts convoluted, it makes you emotional. When I was getting off the morphine-proper a week ago, I was angry - now I’m a big cry baby. I’ve been bursting into tears at the drop of a hat. Man, it’s getting to be like an episode of The Biggest Loser. For instance, yesterday I was at home catching up on a bit of day-time TV. Alicia Keys played If I Ain’t Got You on Parkinson. She has a damn fine voice. If you haven’t heard her, you should. I cried. Who knows? You might too - especially if you’re getting off drugs. Wait a minute, maybe the song is about getting off drugs, that would make a lot more sense.
February 19th, 2006 at 12:13 am
You’ll be pleased to read that, 12 hours later, I’m feeling much more myself. I think I’m over the Tramal hump. This afternoon I’ve only been taking Panadol - normal old paracetamol. No more opiates, for the time being at least; I might keep the morphine tablets for when I hand in my thesis. Might take them camping down the beach, in front of a bonfire on Maggie maybe.
It’s so nice over there. Zoe and I went down to the Strand this afternoon for a spot of Cold Rock ice cream (I had mango and lemon, she rasberry and coconut). I also took some photos, including this shot of a Brahminy Kite. It’s not the greatest picture ever, but they’re hard to get close to and, anyway, I like it a lot. here’s some pro shots.
February 19th, 2006 at 8:14 am
throw them out
eat more icecream
love the kite
February 23rd, 2006 at 12:12 pm
Two words: “Tony Robbins”. He’s got your back!
February 23rd, 2006 at 2:51 pm
I was just thinking of ordering his new offering. It’s not called Personal Power, that was his old one. It’s something else. I saw it on TV just the other night when I couldn’t sleep. There was an hour long infomercial with ‘famous’ people you’ve never heard of endorsing the tapes/cds/dvds. Fuck! What was it called. Ok, wait, Google will tell me. not there. Eureka! Get the fucking edge.
February 24th, 2006 at 10:25 am
TR is so dreamy….
Once that leg is well and truly on the mend, i think you should seek the help of my good friend, Billy Blanks. He’s all about dominator physiques!
http://www.billyblanks.com/homepage.asp