Tuesday, August 30, 2011

One Year

People who know me know that I battled with drugs a few years ago.  I'm not shy about talking about it either.  Back around 2006, I would be in a lot of pain during a certain time of the month.  I would be in so much pain that I could barely get out of bed.  I began to buy Percocets during that one time.  In April of 2007, I started hanging out with some co-workers.  I began to buy the pills more often.  Eventually, one of my co-workers introduced me to OxyContin, or oxies.  I began with them slowly.  One 80 milligram tablet would last me about 4 or 5 days.  As time went on, I was doing them more and more.  Within a few months, I started seeing one of those co-workers.  He lost his job and got locked up.  After he got out of jail three weeks later, we just went on an almost year-long binge (he never got his job back so I bought them for BOTH of us).  My paychecks would vary from $600-1000 every two weeks.  About 9/10 of that money went toward the opiates.  I lost about 50 pounds in not even two months after I began taking them.

In July 2008, my niece got baptized.  After her Christening, where I was her Godmother, my brother started a huge fight with me and in front of family, during her party.  I left the house and went back to my chill spot on the Delaware River.  I sat and thought for a little while and decided to ask a friend if I could move in with her. She lives almost 1000 miles away.  I bought my one-way plane ticket to Florida with my next paycheck.  The ticket was for September 17.

The night before I left, I ran all over my neighborhood like crazy trying to find some pills.  I met up with the co-worker that I had been seeing.  It was my first time seeing him in three weeks.  We were together that night and he came home with me to drop me off (at 6AM; I had a 9AM flight and hadn't even begun to pack).  He came back with me only because I told him that I had gotten a pill but left it at my house.

Three weeks after I got to my new home in bright, sunshiney Florida, I discovered I was pregnant.  After fighting with myself about keeping the baby or not (fighting the decision for about a month), I decided to keep it.  I was set on not keeping the baby.  I had about $700 of the operation cost, which was just under $1000.  Finally, I decided I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I'm pro-choice, I believe that a woman has every right to do what she wants with her body, to a certain degree.  I don't believe in abortion as a form of birth control or past the first trimester.  I'm not turning this into a pro-choice / pro-life thing so I'm gonna stop right there.

Anyway, lo and behold, 9 months later (well, really 8 - my daughter was a week early), I gave birth.  It was the best choice I ever made in my life.  However, for a bit, I couldn't stay away from the painkillers.  I got a prescription for the percs.  They lasted me a week (but I had an emergency C-section and had 14 staples in me).  When my daughter was about two months old, I started with the oxies again.  I began to get a little bad again, but not as bad as I was.  By January 2010, I had stopped taking them.  I didn't touch them until my 25th birthday in April.  After that, I did them the whole summer up until the weekend of August 20.

I haven't touch an opiate since then.  No, I'm lying.  In October, I got very, very sick.  I could barely walk and my entire body swelled up.  It would take me a half an hour to get out of bed.  I had a prescription for the percs.  But it has been just over a year since I have illegally taken an opiate.  I'm very proud of myself.  My daughter just turned 2 in May and she is the most beautiful, amazing thing in the world.  I love her more than words can say.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Garlic Chicken Fried Rice

This is a delicious concoction that I literally...cooked up.  Everyone loves it - my boyfriend, my daughter, mom.  Well, almost everyone.  My dad doesn't like it.  It tastes almost like Chinese chicken fried rice, only better.  The only thing is, you have to play around with the recipe, as I don't really measure anything.

Chicken - 1 to 2 pounds
Brown rice, cooked and cooled
Garlic - 2 to 3 cloves, depending on your garlic tolerance
1 small yellow onion
Soy Sauce
Olive oil

To start, chop the garlic as small as possible.  Chop the onion in 1/2 inch pieces.  Using a small amount of oil, begin to saute.  While sauteing, begin to cut the chicken into small chunks.  Once cut, add to the onion and garlic and cook until done.  Once there is no more pink in the chicken, add the rice.  Fry it up for a few minutes, constantly stirring so it doesn't stick to the pan.  Once rice is thoroughly heated, add soy sauce to your liking.

Besides the cutting part, this recipe is quick, easy, and delicious.  Make sure your rice is completely cooled before adding it or you will just get a sticky mess.  If you want to be creative, add vegetables like broccoli and peppers to make it a complete stir-fry.  I just made this last night but it went before I was able to snap a picture!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

East Coast Earthquake and Hurricane Irene

Just before 2PM, I was laying in my bed minding my own business when the bed started to shake.  I thought my brother was in his closet doing whatever dumb shit it is that he does.  I got up and started to get dressed to go yell at him when my entire bedroom started to shake.  I had a million thoughts.  One thought was my house was going to collapse.  Another thought was that my street was being worked on and the workers hit something that made the house shake (almost a month ago, part of my street caved in and workers from PGW [Philadelphia Gas Works] had been fixing it).  I went to open my bedroom window.  Before I did, I saw a neighbor across the street come out of her house and another with his head out the window.  I opened it and heard the little old ladies on the block talking.  I stuck my head out and saw my dad outside and asked him what just happened, as I didn't see any workers there.  He told me it was an earthquake.  I went on Facebook and of course, there were about a hundred statuses talking about the earthquake and the end of the world.  Turns out, a 5.9 magnitude quake hit Virginia and its effects were felt all up and down the eastern coast, stretching as far north as New York, as far south as Georgia and as far west as Illinois.

For a few days, meteorologists have been tracking Hurricane Irene.  Today, they decided to announce that the path of the storm was straight up the eastern seaboard.  Wahoo!  Even though Philly isn't near the ocean, I'm sure we will be effected by it.  I'm not looking forward to the rain but I am looking forward to the science behind it.  These kinds of things fascinate me.  I should really switch my major to science or geography or something like that!

I'm just glad that I was at the shore this past weekend and not this upcoming weekend!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Freedom Isn't Free

Michael Strange, a Philly native, was one of the brave men in Navy Seals Team 6 who died last week in the helicopter that was shot down.  His sacrifice gives people freedom of speech like those in the Westboro Baptist "Church."  They are planning to picket at his funeral.  It is absolutely ridiculous that they are allowed to do this.  That poor family is already going through hard times and to have them at his funeral, holding up signs that say "Thank God for Dead Soldiers" is horrible.  These people deserve to be shot.  I'm Catholic but not an entirely religious person.  God doesn't hate anyone.  God loves.  God forgives.  He doesn't hate 'faggots' or the world.  People say if God existed, bad things wouldn't happen in the world.  There has to be suffering for there to be sorrow.  If there wasn't suffering, the world would be in even more peril.  RIP to the brave souls who have lost their lives while serving our country and ensuring our freedom.  RIP Michael Strange.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Go Phillies Go!

I've been a Phillies phan my entire life.  Since the womb.  I was at my first game when I was like 2 months old.  It sickens me to see all the fake fans that the boys have now that they are basically the best team in baseball...well all the fake fans we've accumulated since winning the Fall Classic back in '08.  These people don't know anything about the team and they barely know anything about the game.  I hate it.  I hate the way baseball is anymore.  I wish I was alive back in the day when pitch count didn't matter and steroids didn't take over the game.  Back when it truly was America's pasttime.  Go Phillies!  By the way, Pete Rose belongs in the Hall of Fame!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Xanax Who??

In five days, it will be a month since I found out I miscarried.  I've tried to keep my head up but it's hard.  I smoked pot a couple times.  Drank a lot of times.  Took some illegal pills.  Did the pot help?  No.  Did the drinking help?  No (but it was fun!).  Did the pills help?  Actually, yes, they did.  I'm not a drug addict.  That's in my past.  Okay, well in all honesty, once an addict, always an addict.  The difference between the past me and the present me?  I can control my urges.  The pills I took were Xanax.  Not only did they keep me calm and relaxed throughout the day, they also kept my panic attacks at bay.  I didn't forget anything that I wouldn't normally forget.  I didn't really get high from them - I wasn't nodding out, I was still able to function 100%.  Okay, maybe like 90%.  But they definitely helped me.  Haven't touched one since Saturday.  Still not back to normal, but what is normal?

Work is okay.  My social life sucks.  My home life sucks.  My boyfriend is awesome (most of the time).  But the number one thing in my life is still my greatest - my daughter.  She makes me happy (usually).  Of course, since she's only two, she drives me insane (then again, don't ALL kids drive you insane no matter what their age is?!).  But she's my heart.  She's the reason I haven't done anything serious to myself.  And I've had some serious thoughts.  Bad thoughts.  They come and go.  I should really get back to my therapy sessions.  Yes, I definitely should.