The last seven days, I've had a back problem .. and have used that problem to drink day-to-night. Stupid, I know. I have a couple before work in the morning and then go into hangover-mode by noon.... using my back pain and the back-meds as an excuse as to why I'm so spaced out. It was a terrifying 15 minutes driving from work to home mid-day today ... I've never felt so out of it.
I think this week was one of those "OMG, this has to stop" weeks. I found I was actually mad at the booze today. I hated it. I hated that I poured it. I hated that I drank it.
Interesting. These hate feelings toward booze..... Those rum and cokes used to make me happy.... used to be my pillow .... used to let me relax and enjoy my thoughts.
Today ... and this week ... they became my enemy. I hate that I needed them to feel better.
Not sure why I'm sharing this ... except that perhaps I feel it's a turning point...
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