Well I'm back home after my second Doctor's visit, and have no O.C. Typical. I left here again about an hour earlier and went to St. Pat's Church to pray. I prayed that I need help from Our Lady, that I must bear this cross but it is too heavy for my frail body, that I want Jesus to help support it for me, that he carried that cross, was nailed to it, suffered and died on - FOR ME.
Now, what to do? I simply just grinned and bared it, making an appointment for next week with another doctor there who has helped in the past, as my Doctor is still away for another two weeks!!! So, one week till I get more! Decided to soften the blow a bit and bought a G of dope... and just then found some small rocks from the Endone last Friday, so hit that up. Stupid doing that really... if I do that I may as well use a dirty needle, dirty spoon and second hand swabs... the amount of bacteria that would have come into contact with it, not to mention the traces of cigarette ash I had no choice but to have in the mix to cook... the things we do, seriously. Have a care.
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