“I was twenty-four and pissing blood. The urologist said my bladder looked like a sixty-year-old's.”
Ket was the chilled drug. That's what we told ourselves. No comedown, no aggression, just floating. I was doing it every day for three years.
Nobody warns you about the bladder. The pain was like being stabbed from the inside. I was going to the toilet every fifteen minutes. I wet myself on a train to Dublin and got off at Drogheda and sat on a bench and cried.
The urologist didn't lecture me.
The urologist didn't lecture me. He just showed me the scan. That was enough.
I stopped. Cold. Withdrawal from ket is more mental than physical but the cravings were mad. I got through it with a lot of walking, a lot of terrible telly, and a SMART Recovery group online. My bladder is still not right but it's healing. I'm twenty-six and grateful to be able to sit through a film.
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