Today was my anniversary (or birthday, as they say in AA) of 3 months. It's weird, cause actually avoiding alcohol hasn't felt that difficult with all of the other changes in my life and health. I understand that often people go to treatment for 30 days or more, and get lots out of being taken out of their routine and habits. I feel like I am still "out of pocket" with regard to the way my life used to be, and obviously it won't be returning to that exact way of life anyway.
But the past 90 days of being sick has had it's advantages to getting used to all of this. It's been months since I felt the need to spend 3, 4, 5 nights a week downtown... and obviously I haven't been able to do that. So I am feeling pretty comfy at home, I've been reading more than ever, and have been radiating toward more and more tasteless television. Now if I could just get my knitting rocking, and start keeping the house clean, things would be ducky.
I am looking forward to being able to get out and about more, but I know it will be different. Thank god for the best friends who include me in plans and allow me to be pissy, mopy, pukey, or just ambivalent in general about joining them. For this reason, I am devoting this weekend to getting the house clean enough to have people come over at least, rather than just laying on the couch with the beagle moping like I did last weekend.
In honor of my 3 months of sobriety, and hoping that the next 3 months include both sobriety AND overall good health, I have a few things that
I DON'T MISS ABOUT DRINKING....
*Losing my front tooth several times in the past 6 years (granted, this was partially due to some bad dental work, but honestly, get me going with a few rum and cokes and something important to enunciate, and the teeth would fly. I think the final straw involved me and Dave Workman crawling around on the floor of the Red Lyon trying to determine if any of the pieces of popcorn on the floor might actually be my tooth.
*Drunk dialing people and then not remembering what I said.
*Drunk dialing my mother (even worse)
*Worrying if that's a cop behind me??
*Hangovers (duh)... although the past 3 months might actually be considered one really really bad hangover
*Letting R. move in with me in a really bad judgement call.
*Staying friends with people more because of our similar drinking habits, rather than any other commonality.Warning: random sentimental rant ahead: How lucky I am that just a few months before all of this debacle I encountered a great group of women friends who I had much more in common with than not, and its helped me in all aspects of getting through the shit! And then of course there are my rocks... the ones who have been there and hopefully always will be... Scott, Beck, Andy, Wendy, Lydia, and even my mom:). I don't deserve it but they love me despite myself.
I am sure I'll think of more later... in the meantime, I am grateful to be here...one day at a time...blah diddy blah blah blah.