something stuck with me from my first trip to rehab, in roxbury, MA. It clearly wasn't a sober productive way of life, but it’s still memorable.
i was doing the basic rehab intake with the nurse there: how much you use, what meds you take, insurance…blah blah blah.
any presence of suicidal type thinking or behavior has to always be sniffed out for safety reasons, that's when i said: “ i dont want to kill myself, i just wish i had terminal illness”
she calmly said “you do” and kept it moving.
it would be at least 5 years before i even got within the zip code of realizing two things: she was talking about my addiction and she was right.
i may have medicaid for my billionth rehab trip on tuesday, but that doesnt mean i don't need a nice double shot of espresso a 50 cent loose newport and a glazed donut.
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