FHC’s resurrected blog

You now you have hit bottom when...

you listen to that f***ing "The Secret" audiobook you bought at the gift shop of the psych ward !

DC, Camel crickets and porn

I probably never told you of the time I was in bed watching porn and a camel cricket jumped in front of the screen. Anyway...Our place is infested...they are scary and they scare me out. And I had 1 hour of EMDR and 1 hour of acupuncture today and I do NOT plan to get more scarring memories. I come back home from a long day of behaving erratically today and I find 9 of them in the little dungeon that lead to our place.

So I wasted 20 minutes to find out to get rid of them on web.... and couldn't find anything although it confirmed my initial idea of getting rid of them forever. I made a thoroughpersonal  inventory of every spray we own in the hizzay and ended up attacking them with Slatkin & Co Fabrice Freshner. It stinks but it looks like their learnt their lesson. TAKE THAT CRICKET.

 

So where were we ?

Ok so it has been more than 4 years since I published the first volume of my adventures (which now sell for a hefty $107). In the meantime I am not sure what I did. What the f**ck  did I do ? Well first I got a boyfriend of course. I turned 30 and partied through my early thirties. I lost some hair but not too much and I kept in shape (until now). I got a bike ! A 2005 S2R Monster Ducati with a very low mileage. The bike is still in good shape... Thanks for asking...Hamsa Hamsa (my boyfriend is Israel if you must know).

But more importantly I literally collapsed 2 months ago ! I ended up at the Psych ward in Georgetown where I had to keep a low profile to ensure nobody would try to behead me with a plastic knife until my boyfriend decided to bail me out. And after I got bailed out, I went directly for another month-long staycation at Father Martin's Ashley. Once I was released from there, I made my way painfully to AA meetings.

Today it has been 2 months (two whole months) that I have not had a drink, a cigarette, a coffee, a benzodiazepine or a sleeping pill and I feel....

TERRIBLE ! I am still thinking about a new name for this blog but it might become "the wondrous adventures of a dry drunk".

Times have changed

Now I can post from my phone although it is awfully painful!

Well, well, well look who is back !

More than 4 years have gone by and things have changed !!! It's 8:46 a.m. in the morning on a Sunday for one. I have to go to a meeting my friends but I'll be back and I'll tell you EVERYTHING that happened in the last 4 years in 2 (just two paragraphs).