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Sep. 2nd, 2007 09:04 pm"We need to change your medication." Dan says, flicking through Guppy's sleep chart. "You were up for at least thirty eight hours the day your tablets got lost, and according to this there's another thirty six hour period here."
"I didn't take them last night, I'd had alcohol." Guppy says quietly, waiting for another round of reasons why he shouldn't be drinking. Instead Dan nods.
"Well you're clearly not hung over, so it looks like you've taken control of that. Have you?"
Guppy hesitates. He dislikes lying to Dan, because the man's trying to help him. But if he mentions the occasional nights he's numbed his brain, far fewer than he was doing a month or so ago anyway, he'd have to reveal that he has days more than twenty four hours long.
"I still want it." he says after a moment. "When my head's too full of stuff."
"You have to find other ways of dealing Guppy." Dan says a little sternly. "You're slowing down your own progress by reacting to stress in ways that are self-destructive. Remember what we talked about before about using your social network and hobbies as a way of dealing rather than actually trying to be less conscious of it?"
Guppy nods, and leaves the session a short time later feeling that he really does have to sort himself out. If only so that he doesn't have to keep trekking back to Holby City on the other side of town for his councelling sessions. Today, he doesn't mind the walk; the weather in Holby is unusually mild. But he is surprised to see a flashy little car outside his house when he gets home, even more so to find it's his boss's.
"Hi Holly." He heads over as she gets out. "Sorry, I had an appointment. Have you been here long?"
She shakes her head.
"I heard about that man on the news, I just came to check you're okay."
"I'm fine." Guppy lies. "But thanks."
He reaches over and gently brushes her hair back. She's got a big bruise ofn her own forehead.
"What happened to you?"
"Patient. It's okay, I wasn't knocked out."
They look at one another, both wondering how anyone could hurt the other.
"I didn't take them last night, I'd had alcohol." Guppy says quietly, waiting for another round of reasons why he shouldn't be drinking. Instead Dan nods.
"Well you're clearly not hung over, so it looks like you've taken control of that. Have you?"
Guppy hesitates. He dislikes lying to Dan, because the man's trying to help him. But if he mentions the occasional nights he's numbed his brain, far fewer than he was doing a month or so ago anyway, he'd have to reveal that he has days more than twenty four hours long.
"I still want it." he says after a moment. "When my head's too full of stuff."
"You have to find other ways of dealing Guppy." Dan says a little sternly. "You're slowing down your own progress by reacting to stress in ways that are self-destructive. Remember what we talked about before about using your social network and hobbies as a way of dealing rather than actually trying to be less conscious of it?"
Guppy nods, and leaves the session a short time later feeling that he really does have to sort himself out. If only so that he doesn't have to keep trekking back to Holby City on the other side of town for his councelling sessions. Today, he doesn't mind the walk; the weather in Holby is unusually mild. But he is surprised to see a flashy little car outside his house when he gets home, even more so to find it's his boss's.
"Hi Holly." He heads over as she gets out. "Sorry, I had an appointment. Have you been here long?"
She shakes her head.
"I heard about that man on the news, I just came to check you're okay."
"I'm fine." Guppy lies. "But thanks."
He reaches over and gently brushes her hair back. She's got a big bruise ofn her own forehead.
"What happened to you?"
"Patient. It's okay, I wasn't knocked out."
They look at one another, both wondering how anyone could hurt the other.
