Enough, I am done, turn me over I am cooked.
Fibromyalgia and Chronic Pain Syndrome came along to me 15 years or so ago when I stopped being a criminal. http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com/about-2/ Back in the day’s I was Jack the lad as we say over here. I could sell a bucket of shit to a camel herder. I got a nick name “Arthur Daily” You would have to Google old UK TV Shows to get that one, but I just knew how to make money and back then I needed money.
These days I don’t need money I am well off and so will my kids be when they hit a certain age, something’s in my family I can’t stop but I can control them. So why am I doing this blog. Well I have been speaking to Dawn and my Dad and some mates over the last few weeks and even got friendly with my Brother again, his Son is getting home leave from prison soon for Murder, it was an accident, this is why he is getting home leave one week out the month come March, we are blood after all, I can’t deny the lad and I wouldn’t
I have decided to take all the medication I take out my system with the Dr’s help, this poison does our bodies more harm than the illness itself, I can feel it. Gabapentin that I am coming down and off from opened my eyes and my mind in a big way. I will never be a criminal again but to do what I want to do I will need to deal with criminals but people I know and am friends with. Just because someone knows a criminal, does it make us bad people? Read the blog above, you will understand what I was born into, so I am going to use it to my benefit. My Dad did waste management when I was a kid he had tons of men (Family) work for him and owned almost all waste management companies in Edinburgh. He also owned shops selling second hand furniture and did well. So I have gave myself 6 months to get off this shit poison and get my arse back into the World
No longer will I sit here feeling crap and sorry for myself sometimes talking medication that doesn’t work as I am still in pain. Anyone with this illness will admit the medication can help for a while, for me an hour or so I get small amounts of relief but nothing to have a party over. What damage are they doing to my body and mind. I went from being out in the World as DJ, Doing sports and living!! Now I sit at a fecking chair hoping I won’t scream. None of this is a brag or a boast, just me getting so tired of allowing this illness to dictate my life, if I am to be in pain I am going to do it my way, buy a few shops and some vans and employ some friends. I need to do something, I can’t get back to football (Soccer) I am too sore for that. But I can talk for fun, anyone who has the pleasure of Skying me will know this. I don’t want power and money, I WANT CONTROL DIGNITY AND PRIDE BACK!
No, not for me. I am a character I am told so I am going to change all this shit. I will never go back to what I was, for Dawn and my kids I can’t. I want to get back into the streets and deal with people and be someone again. Today I am nobody, yesterday I was someone. I am sick of being a nobody
This boy has had enough, the suit and tie are going back on, this is my mates shop, I might just give him a call
Another mate owns this bad boy
Time to get back out here and get living again, I am bored out my mind