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- Sep 30, 2019
Because there is no way I can ever believe anything that this manipulative, lard-ass sociopath says, I don't believe there is an ER visit at all. She faced immense backlash from viewers and reaction channels for that howlingly surreal exercise-ball livestream, in which she was higher than a goddamn weather balloon, and this is her act of contrition....in words only.
The ER? For what? She's a gigantic asshole with a stupid meth habit (not an addiction, a habit) and is plagued with health issues that far surpass this current drug dabbling, although the speed has likely exacerbated a bunch of 'em. The ER, which is taxed right now thanks to people paranoid about COVID symptoms and honest-and-for-true addicts who have almost no resources thanks to COVID, is not going to prioritize a well-fed fucktard who has never, not once, made any effort to seriously address and treat the myriad conditions that will render her a hideous corpse within a few years' time.
I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago: You can't just get addiction treatment right now. COVID has robbed people of things that keep them sane and sober, such as AA, NA, or SMART meetings. Online, sure, but not everyone has access to a laptop in their homes for some kind of detached community support meeting. Detox centres have waiting lists for weeks. Addiction counsellors, if you can actually find one, won't be able to schedule you for an appointment for a very long time, generally a few months if you are a new client.
Chantal, waddling and hurpling into the ER, isn't happening. Again, I ask: For what? Unless something specific happened, there is not a fucking reason she should be in the ER. "I'm going through a hard time, so my family took me to the ER" is a weak falsehood, even for as prolific--albeit lousy--a liar as Chantal.
However, she will glean what she can from the movies she watches, and come back online in her jammies with no makeup on, quietly talking about "how nice" the nurses were, how "the doctors were glad" she came in, how her mother was worried, how "she has an appointment" to see an addictions counsellor next week (LULZ), and whatever else she can come up with. Something like...
"I was out of control, guyz, I was just...I didn't know how bad I was getting. All I could think about was getting more, more, more...I was crawling around in my carpet just looking for a grain, a shard, a granule...and my poor cats *sob*...I was neglecting them....I know now that drugs are bad. They're bad, guys, don't do them."
This kind of bullshit. Chantal has gone nowhere, and is doing nothing; however, she will slurp up these ass-patting comments of concern like an anteater, and prepare her great return with her great story. Fuck outta here, Chantal. I hope she gets a Scalfani-style stroke by the end of the year for this sort of dangerous manipulation and crazed dishonesty. I also hope she carries on with this drug arc so we can finally witness something of note happening live, because I am fairly certain many of us are just hanging on here waiting for that. I know I am.
The ER? For what? She's a gigantic asshole with a stupid meth habit (not an addiction, a habit) and is plagued with health issues that far surpass this current drug dabbling, although the speed has likely exacerbated a bunch of 'em. The ER, which is taxed right now thanks to people paranoid about COVID symptoms and honest-and-for-true addicts who have almost no resources thanks to COVID, is not going to prioritize a well-fed fucktard who has never, not once, made any effort to seriously address and treat the myriad conditions that will render her a hideous corpse within a few years' time.
I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago: You can't just get addiction treatment right now. COVID has robbed people of things that keep them sane and sober, such as AA, NA, or SMART meetings. Online, sure, but not everyone has access to a laptop in their homes for some kind of detached community support meeting. Detox centres have waiting lists for weeks. Addiction counsellors, if you can actually find one, won't be able to schedule you for an appointment for a very long time, generally a few months if you are a new client.
Chantal, waddling and hurpling into the ER, isn't happening. Again, I ask: For what? Unless something specific happened, there is not a fucking reason she should be in the ER. "I'm going through a hard time, so my family took me to the ER" is a weak falsehood, even for as prolific--albeit lousy--a liar as Chantal.
However, she will glean what she can from the movies she watches, and come back online in her jammies with no makeup on, quietly talking about "how nice" the nurses were, how "the doctors were glad" she came in, how her mother was worried, how "she has an appointment" to see an addictions counsellor next week (LULZ), and whatever else she can come up with. Something like...
"I was out of control, guyz, I was just...I didn't know how bad I was getting. All I could think about was getting more, more, more...I was crawling around in my carpet just looking for a grain, a shard, a granule...and my poor cats *sob*...I was neglecting them....I know now that drugs are bad. They're bad, guys, don't do them."
This kind of bullshit. Chantal has gone nowhere, and is doing nothing; however, she will slurp up these ass-patting comments of concern like an anteater, and prepare her great return with her great story. Fuck outta here, Chantal. I hope she gets a Scalfani-style stroke by the end of the year for this sort of dangerous manipulation and crazed dishonesty. I also hope she carries on with this drug arc so we can finally witness something of note happening live, because I am fairly certain many of us are just hanging on here waiting for that. I know I am.
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