Detox: Day 2, 25/04/13

ANZAC day.

A proper night's sleep! Well, with the help of valium.

Woken promptly at 7:30 AM, I figured I'd hit the showers before anyone else, which proved to be premature, as no one else has bothered getting up. Everything in the communal bathroom is designed to be as non-lethal as possible. The shower head is a little nub sticking out of the wall, the basin has a small hole where water dribbles out; even the taps are just little knobs. I'd never really though of a spout as a weapon, but one of the guys in here, Chris, who is an ice and heroin addict, looks like he's stab someone with a frozen dog turd if thats all that was close to hand.

I'm first into the medication room for my anti-depressants, multi-vitamins and more valium. I have no idea how the nurse who tended to me, Kirsten, fits an ass of that magnitude into the jeans she is wearing. It just doesn't seem feasible.

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A slow morning drifts into a slower afternoon. I watch the dawn service from Gallipoli, followed by the service at Villers-Brettoneux. The memories of Floppy and I wandering around the village trying to find the memorial come flooding back, and I am at once comforted and saddened.

Then: FUCKIN' FOOTY, CUNT!

A decent match until the final quarter, and then Essendon surge ahead. I picture Dan B being a happy man.

Baked potatoes with something resembling bacon for dinner, and then back into the medication room for my final ass injection.

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The initiated (those who have attended detox before) are blessed with the knowledge that the most important item to bring with you is a comfortable pair of shoes, as footwear must be worn at all times due to H&S regulations. I don't relish the thought of wearing jogging shoes from 7:30 to 11:00.