Drugs
Addiction ©
By Michael
Casey
I’ve got out
of bed, its 1.am. on a Sunday night into
Monday morning, everybody including Totoro the cat is asleep upstairs. I was
screaming in pain for a while then I decided to come down and take some pain killers,
and I thought I may as well write something while I wait for the pain killers,
Paracetamol, to kick in. It also takes your mind off the pain, it distracts
you, as does watching the tv or something on the internet, take your pick.
Yesterday on
the BBC we had a 30 min documentary explaining the plague of drugs in the USA,
one million addicts, there was even a doctor or MD as you call them over there,
and he got addicted to prescription pain killers before moving on to the nasty
stuff. One million addicts, it showed some from the Rust Belt, I’m amazed they
had the energy to go out and vote Trump, they were so hazed over.
I have pain
killers for my Arthur as I call my Arthritis, and for my heart, 2 years on and
I still get lots of pain at random intervals. Some sharp heart pain, or just
above my heart is still not properly explained, it feels like I’m in a knife
fight, like Trump planning his cabinet. But I’ve been told it’s not my heart.
As for my Arthritis or Arthur if I tried
to do the Twist, ask your dad what the Twist was, then I’d rock the boat or
rather my spine and I’d be screaming. The irony was that just before my unplanned
quadruple heart bypass, I had a load of investigations for my Arthur and in the
end a Chinese doctor at the hospital reckoned I may need a back operation.
Now why am I
repeating all this? To let you know that I’m not just an airy fairy
intellectual theorising about Pain, I know I’m still suffering from it. So I
know in some small what way all these Drug addicts are going through. I also
know from my own life experience, what a silly expression, life experience, if
you excuse my French, I’ve had Shit on my life too. So I can bear witness to
what these addicts are going through. And NO
I’ve never used any substances, I want to keep my Imagination alive. But
I have seen Alcoholics at close hand, all our lodgers were alcoholics, one even
begged for a pound for a pint from my dad when he was in hospital in his very
sick bed.
The total
sadness of the situation, sell their body or soul to get another fix of drugs.
Pain of the Soul is more painful than physical pain, more painful than what has
woken me up. I know that oh so much from
my own life, I am an observer too, so you can imagine.
I keep a
record of how many painkillers I take because you can overdose so very easily.
But if we imagine just how low people go, as shown on the BBC documentary last
night, just for a fix that leads to oblivion and the death of the very soul
itself.
Today on the
BBC website we have an image of an all American Boy, who is now a drugs addict,
all barriers have been blown down. It’s no longer the wrong side of the tracks
people who are addicts, frankly it’s everybody. It could happen to you, yes you
in your fancy suit reading this, you with you Gucci bag and you high fashion
clothes and your expensive haircut.
It really is
such a waste of lives and talent, these people these Souls are the lost
generation, or even generations. Perhaps we don’t accept pain any more, we must
have a Pill. Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor his dear friend had addictions
to pain killer. My mother used to keep her pain killers over the pantry door on
a ledge, I can remember her screaming “JeeCus”
and then asking me to bring some to her, but otherwise she bore the
pain, she bore so much pain you would never believe it.
From her I
inherited Arthritis, and from my dad I got my Heart. When I was having tests prior to my bypass I
was in the bed next to where my dad had been 19 years previously, his bed had
been removed to make space. So you could say History repeats itself. So what is
to be done to help with this plague of addiction in the USA, 5% of the world’s
population and they use 90% of the world’s drug supply?
I don’t have
any answers Mr Trump says build a wall. How do you heal a soul, how do you
encourage people to avoid drugs when they are so cheap? I do know
in the 60s we were all inspired with Nasa going to the Moon, and the
Music, now all we have is Simon Cowell. Now we are all cynical, how do return
us to our lost Hippy Innocence, to the Monkees
and Beach Boys, the Man from Uncle and the original Star Trek times.
There is not an easy answer, but I do know that broken spirits are the hardest
to heal, but how many times do we forgive, 77 x 7, and sometimes the answers are blowing in the
wind. All we have to do is put our lips together and whistle, if we cannot pray
we can at least whistle our favourite song, for the Lord is Music, and if we
whistle he will pour his song into us.
its 2am now I'll go back to bed my pain has lessened