Yesterday May 14 was my first AF day in probably 30 years. I'm 47. The last few years
I was drinking all day. Sneaking. Rationalizing, Justifying. Entiteling. I finally hit bottom last week the morning of the day I had my first full physical in several years in a new town with all new Drs. I hate going to the Dr.
Woke up with he worst withdrawls and shame.
Drank a bottle of wine before I went to the appt to calm my nerves. BP was perfect.
So stupid. Results of appt show liver problems. Go figure. I knew it. More tests.
I weaned/tapered since the Dr. which I think might have helped the withdrawls.
Removed all AL from the house and even replaced my mouthwash with non-AL.
I went to a beginners meeting yesterday. I made it thorugh the day.
Return to Lab for more blood tests. Results pending.
I've started my new regiman of eating (instead of drinking) double muti, milk thistle.
I go through a gallon of detox (iced) tea with fruit infusions.
I am grateful for this place. I've learned so much already.
I assume its going to get worse before it gets better.
Glad I have someplace to go...here.
I surrender.
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