The Timing Sucks...

Just out of treatment and now sick as the proverbial dog.

These things happen, apparently.

Day #51

It's still a new day and I'm feeling even more sick than I was yesterday. Body aches still suck.

Of course, surviving without the booze is still the other thing.

Just to Mention a Few...

Thanks do have to go out to Steve, Char, Deb, Kirk, Diane, Sheryl, Lisa, Darlene, Chuck and Chelsea.

To say the least.

The long journey still does have to go step by step, though.

One Thing I've Learned

From A.A.'s Big Book:

Remember that we deal with alcohol - cunning, baffling, powerful!

Don't forget to add relentless to that list as you read it in your mind...

Optimism, I Guess...

Rereading the earlier post, there's little I can say.

Optimistic, I guess...

Day #50

It would mean something to me except for one thing: It doesn't mean a damn thing to me.

Since the decision was made to go with sobriety, there was one thing I knew would be bothering me on days like this: It is a "forever" type of decision.

Granted, it's an easier decision to make when the alternative is death, but even that is an overstatement. I wouldn't die the minute I had another drink, in all probability, but knowing that the booze starts to make the decisions for me at that point does allow me to realize that I simply cannot go back at this point.

At what point can I go back? When I am the last living person on the entire earth.

There wouldn't really be any sense in hanging around at that point, I guess.

Day #49

That's a picture of my heart that was taken when I was a patient at St. Mary's Hospital in Duluth, MN.

There was real-time movement of blood on the monitors, as well.

Neat stuff and all I've got for now, I guess.

Another Day, Less Sleep...

These things happen, of course.

Today was the day that two of my friends in the program were "graduating" from the program.

I attended so that I could give them a bit of a hard time and tell them to be careful.

It's their time to deal with themselves, I guess.

Day #48

It's getting better, I guess, but it still doesn't make sense to me to count days or celebrate rounded-off base-10 numbers too much.

It's going to be a long way to go at this point, right?

By The Way...

This is the front of the medallion I received for my graduation from the 28-day treatment program.

If you would like to see it when you see me, all you have to do is ask.

News...

Regarding the commenting policy here, at least.

I have disabled the word verification step for comment posting because, in the words of kirkrrt, it was taking too long.

There may be a bit of spam due to this step being removed, but we're all adults here, right?

Still Day #47

At least for another 45 minutes or so.

Today was an easier day for me. I don't know exactly why, but it was.

I may have been a bit overexcited to get out of treatment yesterday, I suppose, and not getting any sleep before work didn't help.

It's a better day today, though.

Still can't think of a reason, so that's good...

Day #47

Keep it simple, stupid.

That's the phrase running through my head time and time again...

Moving In To Day #47

Work is relatively free of alcohol triggers for me.

But it is a constant drone of nicotine triggers at the same time and that's a bit frustrating.

Still Day #46

I'm at work now.

Overall, I would have to say that it's a good thing that One Day At A Time has been emphasized in the program thus far...

A very good thing.

Day #46

I'm out of treatment and searching for triggers. I can't really count breathing as a trigger, though.

Day 41

I've got 5 nights to go here in treatment, so the posts will continue to be limited at this point.

Have a nice day...

Still In Treatment...

I've gotten it set up and I'm ready to go when I get out.

The first step has been taken.