Day 18 - It was a tough one.
Today hasn’t been a good day, I was having some mild pain in my chest again and was finding it really hard to stay calm and keep my cool. I pretty much felt like I did during my first week of sobriety.
I called the addictions department at my local hospital looking for help weeks ago. They said they’d phone back with an appointment, they never did. I phoned again, they said they’d call back. Obviously they never did. I phone again this week, they told me to call back by Wednesday if I hadn’t heard from them. Needless to say I phoned back Wednesday and was finally able to make an appointment with the nurse for March 20th! So still 3 weeks away. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re hoping ill just die before they have to bother with another druggie?
I really have no one else to talk to or no one to turn to for help. I’m just so frustrated and pissed off today, even the people who’re paid to care don’t even seem to give a rats ass if I live or die. Really? What is the point of staying sober? Sorry for the rage-fest, I’m really struggling to find reasons not to go to the LC, get a bottle and then source some blow.