23 Oct
Recovering From Yet Another Schitz
Well it hath been quite a week; mainly recovering from the events of Sunday 14th Oct. …
The day in question started off normally enough and it being bright and sunny we decided to visit my brother and my Dad up in Heysham before my brother and his family had to go back home.
J__ and I set off walking down to Heysham village for a spot of dinner in a café that was recommended to us – food was good although the drink was a little expensive. Afterwards we walked up to the little church and enjoyed (!) ourselves, the camera clicking all over the place. We spent a good half hour pondering, talking & walking then went back down into the village to the local pub; sitting outside and people-watching for an hour until our friends arrived.
All of us sat out in the back until dusk was settling in, more cider & wine being consumed in copious amounts. It was good to meet new friends – something I tend to do quite often after getting engaged to J__. The night rolled on further by an hour or so and we decided that another venue and something to eat was in order. After walking to the Strawberry Gardens area and finding all relevant places shut the company decided en mass to go to our place with J__ cooking for us all.
All of us sat out in the back until dusk was settling in, more cider & wine being consumed in copious amounts. It was good to meet new friends – something I tend to do quite often after getting engaged to J__. The night rolled on further by an hour or so and we decided that another venue and something to eat was in order. After walking to the Strawberry Gardens area and finding all relevant places shut the company decided en mass to go to our place with J__ cooking for us all.
Later, after a marvellous meal and yet more cider, wine and red-bull we all talked well into the night. At about ten J__ called N__ & his betrothed to come round for an hour or two. I had previously informed J__ not to invite N__ at a late hour as he can be a real bugger to get rid of when he had had a few, but I was getting pissed and had completely forgotten about this… anyway. Cider became vodka a couple of hours later – another warning note (ignored) that I should never consume this neat at any time. Half an hour later I had a major schitz.
My memory became blanked but my anger-wracked body took over, N__ had said something inappropriate and I reacted very bady. One moment I was inside chatting jovially to N__ and entourage, the next I was outside, arms outstretched looking up to N__ with a curious stinging on my right jawbone. N__, is five foot seven, myself, six foot two. N__ was more than a foot off the ground and very unhappy with it!
My memory became blanked but my anger-wracked body took over, N__ had said something inappropriate and I reacted very bady. One moment I was inside chatting jovially to N__ and entourage, the next I was outside, arms outstretched looking up to N__ with a curious stinging on my right jawbone. N__, is five foot seven, myself, six foot two. N__ was more than a foot off the ground and very unhappy with it!
The party broke up at around two-thirty that morning – a bad end but my schitz had not ended and continued for another two hours in a variety of guises. J__ was fantastic, constantly phoning for help which never came, even though a lot of bad things were directed at her.
Next day we discussed what had happened and one point of contention was 1) How much I had consumed and, 2) Neat vodka – both of which needs some radical attention especially the latter. Spoke with N__ after my hangover had been reduced somewhat – he was ok, no bruising to speak of and everything a-ok. He was especially concerned about me, I said that I was ok but wouldn’t be coming out drinking for a while.
Didn’t go out until Thursday when I felt better. Saw my friend and worker D__ and explained the situation of the previous Sunday – he was not a happy man. Spoke with various doctors and health workers, got another appointment with the psych. … for middle of November!
Drank a couple of pints that night and came home.
Drank a couple of pints that night and came home.
The weekend was fine although little drink was consumed until Sunday where I met J__ at the pub. Friends had come and gone. Found out that N__ had spoke with certain associates about the events of the Sunday earlier – I am not happy about this and is a good reason why I write here today on said subject.
Had dinner with J__ in the Morecambe then met up with an ex-girlfrien and we talked well into the night before making our excuses and left for home, suitably pissed but happy with it.
Had dinner with J__ in the Morecambe then met up with an ex-girlfrien and we talked well into the night before making our excuses and left for home, suitably pissed but happy with it.
