Do you mean I have been gauche?-- Oh, I think I have got it -- inexperience. I am no bettter than other members yet I presume to advice them. Of coarse I still have everything to learn - absolutely everything.
I believe you misunderstood what
Crivens meant. He was defending your action to seek treatment. For example, there is no shame in seeking help for mental illness, the shame is not getting the help you need when it is available.
As for being gauche, your style of speech in posting is admirable and the only example I've seen here that rivals my magniloquent majesty in manipulating mundane messages.
Rest easy without distraction knowing I will intercede on your behalf during your absence as acting advocate to argue any allegations against your choice or character as though aimed at me. So concentrate on yourself and rest assured you can recuperate and return refreshed with your character intact and head held high. Or I'm not the Red Devil's Advocate and he has never advised me personally.
I will also field any general questions about addiction or treatment options within my ability.
If you think it a character flaw say so without hesitation or fear of reprisal with normal debate and presentation of facts entered into evidence. I'm the guy to ask and argued this issue many times over the years and familiar with the facts.
Polyatomic has a long road ahead of him with limited chance of success the expected norm the first time around and not feeling well. Please allow me to act in his behalf in this time of need.
If you want to see what the life of a real junkie looks like watch the youtube video of
A Day in the Death of Donnie B.
My best friend was on Methadone for pain management and confined to a wheelchair due to traffic accident the last 20 years of his life. I stopped by his house to see him a while and he had nodded off when I left and everything was cool. The next day his mom called me at 10 am to tell me he was dead.
He had a guy who stayed with him as his helper and he said my Friend was sitting at the breakfast table so he went for a walk around the block, came back 15 minutes later and he was still sitting at the table but dead. He was also prescribed Xanax and together they suppressed his breathing reaction and he just nodded off while sitting there, stopped breathing and died in relative peace. His name happened to be Donnie B, too..
I can't say off the top of my head how many of my friends or associates died from drug overdose, too many to remember without counting. Only that all the people who were my close friends are dead. I learned I could get by on my own even when the odds were stacked against me. I'm still alive and alone with only memories of the life I lived and the people I miss in it thought of often.
I have story after story along the same lines that are common in a lifestyle markedly different than that of most Professionals through addiction crosses all barriers and no family is immune. I understand how that may leave questions in some people minds and that is perfectly acceptable.
I lived that life and have a story of my own about being shot with a shotgun while hunting at the age of 13. I was in the hospital 2.5 months and prescribed Demerol for pain every 4 hours. By 2.5 months I was medically addicted and had to kick cold turkey before I got out but never forgot the powerful feeling of euphoria it brought. When I got out of the hospital the first thing I did was look for it and the next 40 years of my life in that lifestyle.
I haven't drank since 1996 and got off opiates 2 years ago with no desire to use again. The people around me were dieing one by one and I was doing to same exact thing they were. It did not take Genius to figure out I was next if I didn't do something to break the cycle and what I did. I was prescribed Suboxone and that gave me time to get my life together, break old habits and ties.
I did the work I needed to do and once I felt ready tapered myself off it and considered a success story. It took 10 years of being on Suboxone and it is intended to flood opiate receptors so you don't feel the urge to use opiates and it doesn't have the opiate feeling or effects of Methadone. I did it with willpower and Suboxone without any need cults like AA or NA 12 Step Programs a part of my recovery.
I have it better now than I ever did and quite happy with my life as it is now. Throw shade at me if you got it, but be brutally honest doing it if you want my respect. I won't cry or be offended and able to respond with a lifetime of experience to back it up with facts.
I stated I came from a different lifestyle, just not how different my life has been. I worked in an iron foundry but was paid well for skills I possess that made me valuable accompaniment to certain people and usually driving my only duty. I just had to be present and made money sitting if I sat 6 hours with unlimited fringe benefits a bonus. No taxes were withheld.
Yet there I am rubbing elbows with Titans of Technology after working my way here. Any dirt on your shirt will wash off. Mine is a permanent mark left by things I've seen and done in life makes me who I am.
drhowarddrfine has a folder on me with personal info I provided intended to further shock and surprise once I transcend this veil of tears and take my place beside Demonica.
That's the world I grew up in not only to survive it excel and but thrive in it. I'm high on the food chain with few predators who see me as potential prey and none left alive are my peer mentally. Not one person I know uses Linux, able to run my laptops or learn to. You may not see me as your peer but I consider you guys my only peers. I know I'm prone to rant and ramble but nobody else would understand a word I said.
Any dreams of me living in a cardboard box were destroyed in the first 5 days of declaring War on me by my using his own words against him with Skill and Laser Precision guided to the right Ear in Authority to hear it and act accordingly. He looked like a broken man and tried to wave at me but avoided my gaze like Medusa. He may only now realize what he started.