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No fun. Totally bad scene for both of us. That is where hubs goes to VA hospital.

My shrink allows me to drink socially, but I am ever cautious and scared of it. Where does sis insist we meet? A bar! I can handle two. Somehow my two never emptied?
She was keeping them full. Next thing I know BAM and I fell and cut my head, wound up in the hospital.
I know I should have said no, but I swear I was talking rationally to niece and didn't notice until it was too late.
And I hadn't drank anything at all since January! I don't need this.
I wrote her an email and told here how the alcohol is magnified by the meds and I could have OD'd and won't socialize in a bar anymore. (She's in one everynight)
I am really upset. I have spelled this out to her clearly before. WHY would she have the waitress keep refilling drinks without me knowing? I don't like her right now. And if she can't do something normal with me...like go looking for postcards or conversing....we're just not going to see each other.