Heroin makes you numb.  Body and mind.......and soul.  At this point it is getting difficult to paint a detailed picture of my life.   I dont remember details....hours....days......or even weeks of my life.  I am working as a medical assistant at the Dr. Office.   Ger is collecting unemployment.    The girls are going to school. Ger and I are living souly for the purpose of finding heroin or pills.   There was no daily routine.....no family normalities. Half or more of the time the girls werent home with us....or they were and I dont remember. I am sick.  My income isnt enough.   Gers unemploymemt isnt enough. Our car is a piece of shit and barely runs.  We never had gas in it.  Ger stole gas cans from garages and back porches throughout our town.  The shed in our side yard was where we discarded the empty gas cans.  Ger would drive me to work to use the car to find drugs and bring them to me at lunch.  I shot up...