I`m just frustrated as I feel so angry as to why I am anable to control myself where
drink is concerned and I find myself in an awful position and its going to be bug me as each way there`s no winner.
My good friend and neighbour has been admitted to a hospice as she is now extremely life limited, each time I visit the drinks trolley comes around and each day we are both offered an AL drink and the lovely Ann has a wee sherry and each day she says please join me as I haven`t got long left and we`ll never do it again and each day I refuse which upsets her but I know that just one simple drink would set me off on a fest, its just what I do, so all I`m saying is how the hell did I end up so bad that I can`t even have a final drink with a friend
Luv Flo x
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