28 hours ago
Yesterday after pretty much a 2 week bender, I slowed things way down and sipped on my last 9 ounces of vodka from 1-5pm which is a darn slow consumption rate for me. I made an omelet after and ate that, then took stock of myself physically. Freezing cold, mottled skin, pale as a ghost, red and bloodshot eyes, swollen eyelids, puffy bags under my eyes, dull lifeless stare, broken blood vessels in my nostrils. When I breathed in through my nose, all I could smell was vodka and not as it smells from the bottle, but even worse, rotten. What happened to the pretty woman I used to be? Not just the booze, the years have also taken a huge toll. That was 28 hours ago. I have drank not another drop.
14 March was my personal reckoning, but today's Ides of March 2018 will, I pray, mark the beginning of reclaiming my health and sanity.