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Friggin crap it is cold some mornings. Ironically after a good deep restful sleep. Wake up find the wood stove is all burnt out because I didn’t wake through the night and re-stoke it. So, what to do first? Start the coffee perculating or re-start the wood stove? Hmmmm, decisions, decisions, decisions.
Friggin cold and its way more difficult to get a vein to appear. They’re all shrivelled up and have retreated deep under the surface to stay warm. Either that, or they’ve just slowed their flow, now more like a creek then a river. Ah, that they might be a mighty surging river again, the scabby bastards just don’t serve me like the used to. But serve me they do, they just need a little coaxing is all.
I stoke the fire, and do the two step two hundred times in front of it, hoping to get some circulation. I grab one of the throw rugs and take it to the kitchen, laying it down infront of a counter, next to the stove, where I’ll be cooking up “Mr. Good Morning!”. I flick the stove element on to 8. Not full, because full cooks to fast. Every good cook knows you don’t want to bring things to a boil too quickly. Grab a couple pills, suck the gawd-awful coating off ’em, spit that shit out in the sink, and start crushing them to a fine powder in a big ol’spoon using the rounded end of a knife handle – pestal and mortar style.
Grab the 5ml fit full of last night’s wash to mix up this morning’s hit with. Squirt a bunch of the liquid into the spoon, and hold it hovering over the hot element. Holding it just right so the entire contents gets heated, watching carefully to see the entire pill melt into gunk, and then liquid. Pull up equal amounts into both clean needles, then add some sterile water, and cook again. More liquid into the needles, and for a third time, cook again. After a zillion repetitions of this cook, I can eyeball the amounts and end up with all the liquid gone from the spoon as the last milliliter of the barrel of each needle is filled to the 100ml line.
“Hey baby! you got the tissue?” and she comes running with tissues in hand. One for me, one for her, to block the bleeding after injection. Just nice constant pressure over injection point for 15 seconds and the little hole closes up good, and gets in rotation for its next puncture in a day or so. The sites for injection site rotation becoming ever fewer as the years go by. Rarely do I resort to my feet, but its nice to know they’re there in reserve when the need arises. Usually I can still find some spot on my lower arms or hands.
Hey Mr. Good Morning, its time to warm up this morning. The stove, the coffee, the wood stove can only do so much, and now you gotta do the rest. Oh thank you Mr. Good Morning, sure is good to greet you again.
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