Eight days and here I am. The world has not shattered. I am clean and sober and perhaps a little anxious. But I suppose that is to be expected. A long time coming. A much needed rest for my body, mind and soul.
I am oh so good at excess. Just one more. Push it to the limit. With alcohol it is not so forgiving. Do I want to end up dying of alcohol poisoning? No. Most definitely not. But if I had had just one more drink I don’t think I would be here today.
Luckily I threw up.
One call away from an ambulance ride.
Never thought I would be thankful for that.
Blackout and vomit.
Crunch time.
We have a problem.
Crunch time.
Dried vomit on my face.
Dried vomit on my clothes.
Dried vomit on the sheets and bedding.
The smell…
Well you can imagine.
Not pleasant to say the least.
I was washing for days. To rid myself of the evidence of the night of forgotten thoughts and actions.
Enough is enough is enough…