Tuesday, January 23, 2007
 
Junkies - again I hate junkies, more now than ever. It's not good enough that they put their own lives and the lives of their families and children at risk, but they have recently(today) branched out into threatening council plumbers.

Yes, I got stuck today by a needle, a bent one, I have been informed this is how the junkies determine if it's one that's been used or not, meaning it had.

By the time you figure in the blood test, tetanus and hepatitisB(ouch) needles, results in four needless needle pricks. Not to mention that this just cost my employer(the cooncil) money in lost time, as well as the NHS in drugs and time. Note that both are funded with public money, which means that WE paid for my afternoon. I don't appreciate being forced into spending needless amounts of cash(I guess it's the Scotsman in me) I'm sure those reading this don't either.

Now I have a wait on my hands to get the test results back and be given the all clear. OK, the chances are slim that I have caught anything major but I'm still a little worried about it. I'm not the kind of person who gets stressed out easily, but this is trying on me a little.

Apparently my arm is going to stiffen up this evening with the HepB jab being STRAIGHT INTO THE MUSCLE!! So I'm typing this before I lose the ability.

I don't generally publish the addresses of the houses in which I work in my plumbing blog, but this isn't that blog so.....

To the previous tenant of 24 Ritchie Place, Tillidrone, Aberdeen,

You are a useless junkie bastard, giving myself and my family undue stress by your blatant disregard for the proper disposal of your paraphernalia. I am not against the use of drugs by addicts. I am against reckless endangerment of others who are not engaging in that activity.

I couldn't give a toss if you OD(or indeed have already OD'd) satisfying your need for a fix. I do care when my girlfriend and my children are forced, by your inappropriate actions, into a worrying situation which needn't have been.

You can rot.

btk

I haven't told the kids and I am not going to, they wouldn't understand anyhow. What gets people into drug misuse? I can't understand it really, I mean I was always told to say no to drugs. I can't imagine anyone telling someone to say yes, so how does it start? Is the carelessness ingrained at the same time? Cunts.

billy

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Not good - hope all is well.
 

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thanks, all is not well though. The stiffening did indeed happen, but the whole of yesterday evening was spent with me getting gradually more and more worked up into what I imagine a rage must feel like(being that I am a placid soul usually this is a guess).

I'm raging actually.

I took the day off today to re-organise my priorities. Fixing up useless junkie bastards houses isn't racking high on the list though..

Damn, I'm stressing now...me!

I'm thinking of leaving plumbing for good, I hate it. It's been the job I've always been in out of circumstance rather than choice. I'm good at my job, don't get me wrong, but I don't enjoy it.

I think some time off with stress is coming, maybe along with a chat to the nice girls at personnel.
 

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I can't believe these prats would put someone in danger like that.

All the best

Jayne
 

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It's shocking I know. Thanks for the wellwishes.

It's unfortunately all too common in the places I work these days.

I would normally have seen it, but there was no syringe on it, just the needle. The gaffers later found the syringe under a unit, but by then i was stuck! Some places I work in have over 50 needles lying around before I go in. This is the first I've seen with no syringe attatched.

There was a guy at work before who got stuck with one that the junkie had purposely stuck through the hand rail on a banister, guy was holding the banister as he went downstairs and well, you can imagine the rest.

That would have been even worse I think.

btk
 

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hi there, I recently stumbled accross your blog (reading from Canada here) and have quite enjoyed it. I am sorry to hear about this incident, it is indeed something to rage about. But as your docs have probably said you're at the low end of the low end of risk for the real worrisome stuff.

That said I know that "knowing" has nothing to do with worrying. I went through a similiar ordeal last year myself, and I certainly feel for what you're going through.

Stay strong.
 

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thanks for that mark, you are right, knowing doesnt stop the worrying, still i'm not that worried really, more pissed off. It's the 'what might have been' syndrome.

Canada eh, I guess this I'm international now!

Stumbled across eh... you're not the hit I have from google.ca with the search term, "how do i kill my girlfriend" are you...

;o)
 

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Er, No, Billy i'm the hit of Google for ways that Scottish people curse.
 

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ahhhh, well you've come (unfortunately) to the right place!

Keep a look out for one of your countrymen though, he's thinking bad things....

;o)
 

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