a very special episode on the farm
So... the night before last I had my first taste of being used because a friend is addicted to drugs. Yeah. Sad.
The short story is that a local, long-time friend of L's has a bit of a problem with pain killers. J had a toothache. I mean, his tooth hurt so much it made me hurt (mf can complain!), so L and I gave him some of our prescription pain killers to hold him over (and shut him up) until he could go to a dentist. Now, what was maybe short-sighted on L and my part is that we gave them to J in the bottles. These bottles got left out because we're adults and that happens and we live here. But the friend does not.
Said friend comes over and, not knowing the depth of his addiction and being a little forgetful, we left the pill bottles out. He took some. A noticeable amount, actually. J confronted him and got a few back, but really, the damage was done. Dude stole from us. So, sadly, this friend doesn't get to come over again until he goes to rehab, which he's been talking about but not doing.
Ugh, I feel yucky about it. On the one hand I want to be sympathetic to his problems, because I recognize that it's the addiction, not him. On the other? You don't steal from your friends--ever. That was shitty and low and I don't want to be around someone who will do that. But I hope he gets help. And then maybe we can hang out again.
The short story is that a local, long-time friend of L's has a bit of a problem with pain killers. J had a toothache. I mean, his tooth hurt so much it made me hurt (mf can complain!), so L and I gave him some of our prescription pain killers to hold him over (and shut him up) until he could go to a dentist. Now, what was maybe short-sighted on L and my part is that we gave them to J in the bottles. These bottles got left out because we're adults and that happens and we live here. But the friend does not.
Said friend comes over and, not knowing the depth of his addiction and being a little forgetful, we left the pill bottles out. He took some. A noticeable amount, actually. J confronted him and got a few back, but really, the damage was done. Dude stole from us. So, sadly, this friend doesn't get to come over again until he goes to rehab, which he's been talking about but not doing.
Ugh, I feel yucky about it. On the one hand I want to be sympathetic to his problems, because I recognize that it's the addiction, not him. On the other? You don't steal from your friends--ever. That was shitty and low and I don't want to be around someone who will do that. But I hope he gets help. And then maybe we can hang out again.