I GOT b
ack into Bangkok late Monday November 2nd 2009. I pretty much dumped everything and headed straight for the bed. I was tired and the thought of laying horizontal on a comfortable surface sounded real y good. Within minutes I lost consciousness.
The next day I felt pretty good, and after answering emails and talking to relatives on the computer I was off to the gym.
By the end of the year a BTS skytrain stop wil be opened close to the end of my soi and I won’t have to wait 15-20
minutes to catch the correct bus.
Had a good workout and decided to grab a few counterfeit DVD’s to watch and then it hit me. I was possessed to walk those two extra blocks to the liquor store, pick up a favorite bottle of beer and a large bottle of whiskey. The job was done and I was happy about it. I stopped by a vendor to get half a chicken (cooked of course) and went up to my room.
I didn’t quite discover everything that real y happened until today . It was a bazaar night and I’l take it as far as I can.
Opened up the big bottle of Chang beer that had been missing me for months and made a quick go of it. Next thing I know I was pouring the opened bottle of whiskey into a glass neat. After that I was waking up to a phone cal at about 10am from my masseuse tel ing me she was closed today and would reopen the next day. I thought it was odd for her to cal me to tel me that but I just let it go.
I spent the rest of the day lying about and trying to solve some mysteries. I had a few bottles laying around, my shower curtain was half way down to the floor, there was a little blood on the floor but looking in the mirror showed nothing unusual except that I might have been in a bar room brawl. I had a smal bump on my forehead and a right jaw that felt like it was hit pretty hard. My lower back was a little sore and so were most of my other muscles holding up my frame.
Not only that but I could not find any remains of my chicken. I checked al my garbage cans and they were empty. I final y found it partial y eaten and stuffed in a box of computer cables with a fan over it. It’s warm in here but at least they didn’t get to rank.
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Taking a shower, I noticed more war wounds from that night of battle. I am very lucky nothing serious happened. Living on the sixth floor with two open balconies and nothing below but pavement, motor scooters, and a lot of parked cars that would not appreciate a drunk Farang thinking this was the quickest way down. There was also a smal amount of blood on my bed covers that made me believe I had a bloody nose. I was glad to see that that was al there was. I would’ve hated to see the stump of some appendage lying in a corner.
Today I was pretty sore so I cal ed Lex to get a massage. It was a message and after two hours of pain I knew I real y knocked myself pretty wel and believe I locked my house so there was only me to blame. After about thirty minutes Lex said I cal ed her after midnight the night in question. I asked what was said and I asked her if I could come in for a massage. Would seem to an unreasonable request at that time so I’m sure she told me to go back to sleep. Now the phone cal in the morning makes more sense.
We talked about my problem for a while and the possibility that she has some natural herbs which wil help things along. I have not wanted a beer today and my processes are returning to more of a positive desire to find the way for me, to put this behind me, and hope to help others who struggle with this insatiable beast inside. Kind of sounded a bit like
“The incredible Hulk,” there. In a way it is, but so far I have never turned green and shoes always stay on my feet.
This is the first time in my life that this has happened to me and got me a little more serious about things. If there is real y a substance that we actual y have to have to feel normal and it can do this to us we need to real y look at this and be afraid. What if I had guns around the house? What if I was an amateur knife thrower? What if I had just fal en a different way in that bathroom and broke something serious? Not like my nice bathroom sink, I mean like my head! I could have broken my neck and died, and since al my bil s are paid automatical y at the bank they may never find me until a janitor in passing smel s something. Horrible thought to think.
Since that relapse I’ve gone back to just drinking soda water and regular water. I’m trying to eat right and spend a lot of money on a masseuse who seems to be helping me a lot.