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    • The 7 Words You Shouldn’t Say
      #1. “This would make a great reality show.” What’s weird is that “Baby Borrowers” is actually pretty cool. Some of these teenagers are horrible people. Horrible. The good news is that their boy or girlfriends get to find out. The absence of cash and prizes certainly brings out a different quality in people. I honestly only [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=k8DSNn"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=k8DSNn" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/325438039" height="1" width="1"/>
    • I Feel So Sleezy
      Remember these? High school gym shorts from the 1980’s. Wow. At the time I thought they were pretty hot, at least on certain guys. You had to have pretty great legs to pul[ this look off, but there were always a couple of guys in gym class who fit the bill. I think the poly-knit [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=ItXD9q"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=ItXD9q" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/322759259" height="1" width="1"/>
    • Who is the Devil?
      I don’t get to see my sister often; usually at family events with our dad. She lives in Alaska with her daughter and husband. She has maintained a close relationship with our dad over the years, and I have only recently restored that relationship. Stephanie and I, the two oldest of four siblings, most closely [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=wh0TUi"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=wh0TUi" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/319828989" height="1" width="1"/>
    • A Perfect Storm - of Inconvenience
      We always talk about recovery as being a program of paradox.  I had never really thought about it before today but I think that addiction is paradox, too.  For 23 years after my first introduction to the solution I persevered in my effort to exhaust every possibility I could think of to control and enjoy [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=481CDg"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=481CDg" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/317104599" height="1" width="1"/>
    • Confessions of a Blue Boy in a Red State
      Today is a good day. Today is the first truly good day I’ve had in quite awhile. I called my new sponsor today.  I’m seeing him tomorrow.  I’m starting the steps over from scratch. I’m doing that because I want to learn how someone with nearly four decades sober, someone who has helped hundreds of people get sober, [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=xR8Gtv"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=xR8Gtv" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/310125012" height="1" width="1"/>
    • If You Lived Here You’d Be Home Now
      In the late 80s and early 90s they were not an uncommon site along the freeways leaving downtown Los Angeles; huge condo projects festooned with banners that read “If you lived here you’d be home now.” When the topic was brought up at a meeting, what are you doing today for your recovery, it’s [...] <p><a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?a=ihbit9"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~a/TheLastChanceTexaco?i=ihbit9" border="0"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLastChanceTexaco/~4/308978316" height="1" width="1"/>
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Writing a post from my mobile phone is totally impossible.

I’ve finally come to that realization. Either it’s too hard or I’m too stupid or it cannot be done. Like my crystal meth use, I am finally willing to admit powerlessness.
FUCK!!!!!
I hate that. I know I should be feeling freedom but every time I have to encounter powerlessness I struggle.

When I need to change the way I feel I focus on gratitude.

When I’m suffering too much, when I have to change the way I feel right now, I find that gratitude works for me the same way drugs did. Gratitude puts everything in perspective. Gratitude makes things right. It’s easy enough for me to forget where I came from or justify some feeling [...]

By permit only.

By permit only.Originally uploaded by chrismecham.

I don’t have genital herpes, but . . .

I have herpes.  That’s what causes the type of meningitis I get every year or so.  This time it struck a little differently.  It hit the base of my spine first and then traveled to my feet which caused the edema.
Yes.  I have herpes on my toes.
I’m going to live!

Wreckage of the Past

I’m pretty scared. I’m finally at a computer and can write a normal post but I hardly have the energy to. Every night I sweat through every t-shirt I own. The swelling in my feet has gone down somewhat, but now they hurt like hell. As does my head. I’m [...]

Help

I can’t even tell you how sick i’ve been. The list of symptoms is too long. Too painful. Cranial edema. Irregular heartbeat and EKG. Nausea. Night sweats. Vertigo. I’m scared. And tired.

Quite a scare . . .

and still no answers about what’s been making me sick.  The headache has subsided somewhat as has the stiffness in my neck.  My spinal tap came back normal, as I understand it can with Mollaret’s meningitis.  But Saturday night my feet began to swell.  By Sunday they were HUGE.  And I’d had night sweats.  So [...]

One sick puppy

I haven’t posted in a while because i’ve been quite ill. I went to the emergency room last wednesday. Thought i had meningitis AGAIN. Spinal tap came back clear. Sent me home. Symptoms have not improved. But now an swollen to twice normal. Hard posting from phone. [...]

Random message

Random messageOriginally uploaded by chrismecham.

Proved too much for the man.

He couldn’t take it so he’s leaving the taco stand.
I am far too arthritic to be standing on concrete six hours a day. I let them know yesterday that I couldn’t come back. I laid in bed till 3 a.m. in too much pain to go to sleep. Barely rolled out of [...]