:hallo: again Army. I've been having a thinkety-think, a la d'Arsey. A trip down memory lane, if you will. Specifically: father's day 2009.
I had already started on baclofen, but it was very early days. I had gone to bed with the best intentions for the next day. But oh boy, did addiction throw me a wobbly. We decided to go out to lunch that day. All I can remember is wanting the1st drink at the table, so that myshakes could subside - I wouldn't be able to hold my knife and fork otherwise. My thoughts weren't on simply enjoying the moment - it was all about AL. I made it through the lunch - not appreciating the lovely prawns at all - just so I could get home and dive into the bottle of vodka that was waiting.
I'm so incredibly grateful that today is totally different. I'm totally "here" for my family. And they for me. OK, I'm being a total sook, but I think I can be forgiven today
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In other news... the leg 'o lamb is smelling divine. Nice music in the background. Eldest cub and I shortly off to the local Spar to grab some Sunday papers. Working up an appetite for a lovely Sunday lunch.
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