Out of the frying pan...Part 2

So I have been in touch with my landlords...luckily, they know how much work I've put into this house and how much I care about their property. They're coming tomorrow and I've even done a little weeding in the garden... Brown nosing to the max!

Things really hit the fan on that Sunday night and, to cut a long story short, I am now medicated. Unfortunately, the first lot of medication made me rather ill...all over the washing up which had been left in the sink. 48 hours after my mass clean of the kitchen...well, see the photos. I couldn't leave it like that, if only because I'd spit up a nasty pill all over the sink piled high with washing up... So I took another pill and washed up and cleaned the kitchen, all with the worst stomach cramp you can imagine. Then I was sick in the toilet, so I cleaned that...then I sat outside for a breath of fresh air and a real cig (I was smoking 20 a day!), where I was sick again, so I poured boiling water on that to clean it away and went to bed. That's just how 'inconsiderate' I am.
During the week's holiday, they all disappeared, leaving yet more washing up in the sink which I duly ignored. To heck with them! Thankfully, I went away too. I visited W and his family who looked after me and are the best kind of people you could hope to have around.
I'm much more calm but I'm glad of the medication. I know why I went back onto the cigarettes and it was purely self-sabotage. Some people will damage themselves in different ways, but one of mine always has been smoking. From the moment I bought my first pack, I was hoping it would ease me into an early grave and that's not healthy. They're still a crutch, and that will be a difficult one to overcome. I know that when things get rough, I may still want to suck on one, just because it damages me. Its the easiest scar to hide. I've increased my level to 12mg for a while, just while things are tricky but I'm back using my beloved evod.

If I'm honest with myself, I probably took a lot out on my housemates. Don't get me wrong, I like a clean house but I'm not anal. I just resent giving and giving and giving, and never getting anything back. After everything that happened with my last relationship and the fella after, and after the many let downs from so-called friends, I'm probably a little oversensitive. But that doesn't mean that I want that 'Dutch Skank' or similar in my house again. What some people do occasionally is their business, but 'needing' something that isn't tobacco is too much. But if I can't respect somebody, in particular 'Skank Magnet' who has already made her promiscuous ways well and truly clear, I'm certainly not going to be friends with them. She'll no doubt learn the hard way.
I do have good people in my life. The final housemate, 'Misoginist' (never does real relationships, just has casual flings with friends, and effectively treats them as unpaid ladies of the night), is relatively reasonable...even if he can't wash up properly. Thank God I never slept with him though! Major crush well and truly averted! He is a good person, and does look out for me. He even took me to the emergency nurse at 5.00am on the Sunday night/Monday morning when I'd totally cracked up. I won't name the others but, W, P, D, E, and Jo are all very good to me and I'm grateful for that.

Perhaps being so stressed out and generally avoiding my housemates will help me with the ecig again! Just like last year, if I'm staying in my room all the time and avoiding them, at least I'll be avoiding going outside!


48 hours after my big clean and I return home from swimming in the evening to this:
They went to bed and left it in that state. I cleaned up at 1am...and at 2am when I finally went to bed it looked like this:
and I'm inconsiderate...go figure!