Mmm... My first cocktail (actually, this one's my second) in over a week. I'm risking being violently ill due to an interaction, but as a horny couple who forgot their birth control says, "risk it? risk it." And then, after that first sip and shudder of satisfaction, "worth it" is uttered.
It only got bad when I knew others were able to enjoy a beverage themselves. I think "hey, that sounds good. When I get home, I'll... oh right. Do nothing." The reason I was unable is because of the antibiotics I was on. I swear this pill bottle had three different stickers on it that said "Don't Drink, Bitch." The doc that prescribed them and the pharmacist both said NO drinking. While taking the medication and then for another two days after. My last dose was yesterday. Close enough.
I'd enter the "I'm not an alcoholic" argument here, but it bores me. You just have to believe I'm not. Enjoying liquor doesn't equal alcoholism.
So my crazy ER doc and I are kinda buds now. He amuses me, and I seem to do the same for him. There are only a few comments shared here and there, but they make my night a bit better. Just having someone that acknowledges my presence... doesn't treat me like someone that... well... cleans up after them.
This week is Thanksgiving. Please find something to be thankful for. There's always something. Sometimes the despair or unhappiness you may be feeling may cloud your thoughts and douse what you usually see as your beacon of perseverance, but whatever you saw hasn't changed. You have. So change again, and take solace in it once more.
I think I'll end with that rather long-winded component. I'll re-read it later and think "where did that come from?"
Cúram a ghlacadh.
It only got bad when I knew others were able to enjoy a beverage themselves. I think "hey, that sounds good. When I get home, I'll... oh right. Do nothing." The reason I was unable is because of the antibiotics I was on. I swear this pill bottle had three different stickers on it that said "Don't Drink, Bitch." The doc that prescribed them and the pharmacist both said NO drinking. While taking the medication and then for another two days after. My last dose was yesterday. Close enough.
I'd enter the "I'm not an alcoholic" argument here, but it bores me. You just have to believe I'm not. Enjoying liquor doesn't equal alcoholism.
So my crazy ER doc and I are kinda buds now. He amuses me, and I seem to do the same for him. There are only a few comments shared here and there, but they make my night a bit better. Just having someone that acknowledges my presence... doesn't treat me like someone that... well... cleans up after them.
This week is Thanksgiving. Please find something to be thankful for. There's always something. Sometimes the despair or unhappiness you may be feeling may cloud your thoughts and douse what you usually see as your beacon of perseverance, but whatever you saw hasn't changed. You have. So change again, and take solace in it once more.
I think I'll end with that rather long-winded component. I'll re-read it later and think "where did that come from?"
Cúram a ghlacadh.
