What I don't miss. . . . . . .
Realizing the extent of my own stupidity.
Realizing that after eight years sober, following an unexpected trip by emergency ambulance to hospital, where I was informed by a surgeon that whilst he and his team were prepared to operate on me, there was slim chance of my survival. This, to be followed, because of concerns over a line of sepsis, by five weeks in a medically induced coma. None of which is for the faint hearted...allowing for the fact that I wasn't all there at the time.
Recovery from a profound 'very stressful and traumatic experience', the surgeons words, is a very, slow protracted process taking months, if not years, during which time II have , once again, realized the extent of my own stupidity. In not being more grateful for my recovery from drinking and these events in building a new life for myself.
None of which would have come about if I'd still been drinking, which ,given the title of this thread. I don't, despite all that's happened to me, I don't miss at all...
Recovery from a profound 'very stressful and traumatic experience', the surgeons words, is a very, slow protracted process taking months, if not years, during which time II have , once again, realized the extent of my own stupidity. In not being more grateful for my recovery from drinking and these events in building a new life for myself.
None of which would have come about if I'd still been drinking, which ,given the title of this thread. I don't, despite all that's happened to me, I don't miss at all...
Finding myself locked in...
Finding myself locked in to the waste disposal area after the current resident 'alkie' in the block of flats where I live. Having acknowledged my presence when I entered and carefully placing a large amount of empty wine bottles in the relevant disposal bin. Walks out, passing me, bolts the gate and re-enters the apartment block, leaving the security door wide open,to be kept locked at all,times, open.
Leaving me,ruefully shaking my head and now sober, able to deal with all this, unbolting and locking the relevant gates, doors etc. and remembering myself in my drinking days. 'There but for the Grace of God' ....
Leaving me,ruefully shaking my head and now sober, able to deal with all this, unbolting and locking the relevant gates, doors etc. and remembering myself in my drinking days. 'There but for the Grace of God' ....
A few things I don't miss...
1. Rushing home from work driving like a mad woman in desperation to pour a glass of wine.
2. The long list of people I would have to apologise to after a bender.
3. Lying in bed all day when the weather is good after being sick 15 times.
4. The look my partner would give me when I would say I'm off to the shop for more wine.
Phew
1. Rushing home from work driving like a mad woman in desperation to pour a glass of wine.
2. The long list of people I would have to apologise to after a bender.
3. Lying in bed all day when the weather is good after being sick 15 times.
4. The look my partner would give me when I would say I'm off to the shop for more wine.
Phew
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I don't miss waking up and not remember what happened the night before, did I insult anyone? Where was I? How did I get home? I don't miss checking my bank balance to see what damage I did to it on a bender. I don't miss being too scared to open text messages on my phone from friends in fear of the "are you ok, you were a mess last night" messages. I don't miss the "fear" the morning after. And once it passes I won't miss the guilt and shame of the people I've hurt while I've been drinking. (This one I'm still working on) one month sober. X
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