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The past ten days have been a whirlwind of emotions. Ups and downs and ups again then yesterday a virtual emotional wringing that would rival old washboards.
My friend passed 3 months ago. I was devastated. I was the one who did CPR until emergency crews arrived. She had overdosed. There days on dialysis couldn't save her and her brain died. Yesterday, I sobbed as I couldn't save the life of her beloved dog. My AH went with her husband to the vet and tried to help him come up with a plan but in the end the pup had to be put to gentle rest.
What does this have to do with alcoholism?
My friend was an alcoholic. She left a wake of destruction and dysfunction miles wide. I told my husband that I was proud of him for being so selfless and that I love the way he could be so compassionate in such a hard situation (we would sell everything we own to save our animals and he had to stand with the baby as he was euthanized). Then, I walked away to do something else (trying not to sob because I am only a week out from having a heart attack) I felt like such a sucker. Man... The disease played me like a fiddle. I just told the man who drank so much the past week (including before he came to get me from the hospital) that he was wonderful and I was period to be his wife.
The blurred lines of this disease will be what kills me.
My friend passed 3 months ago. I was devastated. I was the one who did CPR until emergency crews arrived. She had overdosed. There days on dialysis couldn't save her and her brain died. Yesterday, I sobbed as I couldn't save the life of her beloved dog. My AH went with her husband to the vet and tried to help him come up with a plan but in the end the pup had to be put to gentle rest.
What does this have to do with alcoholism?
My friend was an alcoholic. She left a wake of destruction and dysfunction miles wide. I told my husband that I was proud of him for being so selfless and that I love the way he could be so compassionate in such a hard situation (we would sell everything we own to save our animals and he had to stand with the baby as he was euthanized). Then, I walked away to do something else (trying not to sob because I am only a week out from having a heart attack) I felt like such a sucker. Man... The disease played me like a fiddle. I just told the man who drank so much the past week (including before he came to get me from the hospital) that he was wonderful and I was period to be his wife.
The blurred lines of this disease will be what kills me.
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To paraphrase something I read recently about grief-
I am crying because you are not out there but you are still in here (points to heart)
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