111 - Under pressure

I woke up next to Farah, pretending that I had no other cares in the world. I tried to pretend that there was no one else I was involved with, no stress, no worries. It felt really good. It was just the alcohol in my system that was blunting my mind of all my other worries. Angela is in the hospital with Ryan, Shana has been texting me wildly, Cherise texted me to call, and Ashley even wanted me to swing by. To add to that, Melanie seems to be a bit clingy for attention and finally Sandra, with whom I had some ‘interaction’ was calling on me. Some sixty text messages, voicemails, and various erotic selfies all blew up my phones. Of course I had two separate phones to keep calls and texts separate, being careful to keep my stories straight, but it is getting more and more complex! I keep forgetting what I told to whom, and I have already gotten busted a few times to various degrees. I am short of money again, so I texted my ‘contact’ about whether he needed any more prescriptions. Of course that went well. I would be writing for some Roxicodone 30’s for $2000 to a man named Rick. I was stressed about the whole affair and popped an Ativan I had stolen from one of my elderly patient’s bottles in the Emergency Department. I have to be careful with the stuff because my parents seemed to notice I was a bit loopy the other day at the family dinner gathering. How they all miss Sarah they all say, but I did bring Melanie over to the house since they all knew her well as Sarah’s sister. Little did they know of Melanie and myself. Melanie never speaks of Sarah. What a tangled mess.

I laid next to Farah, who was sound asleep. We had an extraordinary ‘session’ again after we got in. Today will be another full day of fun and excitement with her, but I have to break away briefly to defuse everyone else in my life,especially Shana and Melanie, who seem to be a bit, as I said earlier, clingy. I did so shortly after getting up, my body buzzing with exhaustion and three hours of sleep, along with debasing substances inside me (Vodka, Ativan, and Weed – which Farah loves).

It took me an hour to call and talk to everyone in the morning, all of whom had endless things to say. I promised everyone something and yet nothing, saying ‘yes’ to getting together shortly. They all heard what they ‘wanted’ to hear. I don’t have enough time! Once all was done, I glided back to Farah. We had a great day together, cruising around town and visiting some great eateries. For tonight, we hit an awesome concert, that we mixed with a little ‘E’ and THC to enhance the sound. Life couldn’t be better!