I think this is probably the longest period of time for a long time that I’ve actually not seen Faith. I think I’m afraid to see him, from what he’s telling me he must be thinner than ever.
So this weekend I made up a food parcel, called him to tell him I would be over to deliver it. He was going down to the beach, his words were slurred. But his girlfriend Hope would be in I could give it to her.
It seemed odd to me he was going to the beach alone, but there again their relationship is built around alcohol so it’s not a real relationship.
I took the food over later in the day, as I was driving Faith called, “Oh you will never guess what’s happened to me now?” Another bit of alcoholic chaos by any chance?
Yes, I right.
“I left my bag for a moment while I used the toilet and someone stole it”
So who leaves a bag on a beach unattended? Someone who’s mind is fuzzy with alcohol, that’s who.
I can’t actually believe he’s dared to show his body down the beach. People must stare at him, believe me he looks like one of those poor souls you see on the TV in Africa that are starving. But he seems oblivious. I’m surprised he had the strength to walk there. The day before he had called me as he was trying to make his way to catch a bus to go to hospital for blood tests. “My legs keep giving way, I have to keep sitting down or I will fall down”
So I drop the food off. Hope actually looks well, I think she made an effort as she knew I was going round. She is grateful for the food and apologises profusely for spoiling my birthday and starts crying. I don’t tell her it’s OK, I tell her she will continue to hurt people while she continues to drink. Hopefully my next birthday will be better.
Later that I get a call from Faith thanking me for the food.
Then later in the evening another call “You will never guess what’s happened to me now? I fell down the stairs, right from the top, my legs gave way, but I hadn’t been drinking had I Hope?” This is confirmed in the background by Hope.
No absolutely nothing to do with alcohol, would you believe that?
“The whole of one side of me is bruised and I think I will have a black eye, I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck”
With the state of his body he’s lucky nothing is broken, they were the stairs in the flats that he lives in, nothing cushioned with carpet. He bruises easily so God knows what he will look like now. He wants sympathy, he gets none. I tell him it is down to alcohol. That’s why his legs are so weak. He argues it’s not. It’s where he spent a week in hospital not using his legs. I ask him why he was in hospital, silence for a minute, then “because of alcohol”
I’m woken in the early hours by another call, Hope has called the paramedics, she is concerned he has concussion, she is also drunk and angry with him.
I wake this morning not knowing if he’s in hospital or not. I hope he is. But I doubt it.