The day is good, but dealing with some hypertension issues. My numbers worried the doc, so he ordered an additional rx. It seems to flare up up my joints. I can recall similar pain and when I would self medicate with wine to blur the edges. Oh. Another pull when I told the doc I had stopped drinking. He said, ” oh you don’t need to, a couple glasses are actually good for you”... Duh…not this girl, thank you very much! The road is tough when even the medical pros don’t support my resolution, but I will persevere.
One entire full out 31 day long MONTH! Yahoo! And feeling in a good place with this resolution. My perspective is opening up so that I am recalling really how far back this addictive behavior goes. On Mother’s Day (!) I had a flashback memory of sneaking a glass of my Mom’s sherry whan I was no more than 15. I also recall topping off the amount I had taken with water. Like she wouldn’t notice that! and I don’t think it was just that one time. On the day I was working on remembering all the wonderful memories of my Mother, I was dumped on with the garbage of not only my parents’ alcoholism, but the inception of my own. But then, NO ONE was dealing with this family problem. If one didn’t talk about it, it wasn’t happening. No more denial, my friends, no more!
Two long and busy days. The wine culture and its appealing billboards were pulling my strings all the way as I drove the I 94 corridor between Michigan and Illinois. By the time I got home, I was nearly ready to stop by the closest convenience store. But did not. It is everywhere, though. Beware vulnerable one. Beware.