Ron
12-01-2003, 10:29 PM
I lost my Jagermeister. I don't know where I put it. I don't want to
drink it; I want to find it so I can dump it out. It's in the basement
somewhere. I'm kind of afraid of finding it when I'm not in the right
frame of mind to get rid of it.
I went to my first AA meeting on Sunday. I'm going again tomorrow.
I passed out so hard on Saturday that my wife had to call 911. I was at
the bottom of the basement stairs. No one even knew what happened to
me. I was so out of it, I didn't even know what happened to me. I
needed oxegen. I spent half the night in the hospital.
I have three little girls. The oldest is five. The youngest just
turned one. They deserve better. I'm going to give that to them.
Before Saturday, I would have never admitted I had a problem. I just
like to drink. I drink when I'm happy, I drink when I'm sad. I drink
because it's a beautiful day, I drink because it's cold and raining. I
drink because it's lunchtime, I drink because I'm done with work. I
drink because I'm home relaxing. I just like to drink, but I don't have
a problem. Right.
The neighbors all came over to help with the kids. My mother in law
drove two hours to stay overnight. The doctors ran CAT scans, xrays,
you name it, all because I was passed out and couldn't say the words
"I'm drunk".
In a weird way, I'm kind of glad for the humiliation. If I somehow
managed to scrape myself up and get to bed, I'm sure nothing would
change. I'm very lucky. I've never hurt anyone, or myself. Just dumb
luck. Time to stop counting on luck.
Sucks.
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AB5DB9CC
drink it; I want to find it so I can dump it out. It's in the basement
somewhere. I'm kind of afraid of finding it when I'm not in the right
frame of mind to get rid of it.
I went to my first AA meeting on Sunday. I'm going again tomorrow.
I passed out so hard on Saturday that my wife had to call 911. I was at
the bottom of the basement stairs. No one even knew what happened to
me. I was so out of it, I didn't even know what happened to me. I
needed oxegen. I spent half the night in the hospital.
I have three little girls. The oldest is five. The youngest just
turned one. They deserve better. I'm going to give that to them.
Before Saturday, I would have never admitted I had a problem. I just
like to drink. I drink when I'm happy, I drink when I'm sad. I drink
because it's a beautiful day, I drink because it's cold and raining. I
drink because it's lunchtime, I drink because I'm done with work. I
drink because I'm home relaxing. I just like to drink, but I don't have
a problem. Right.
The neighbors all came over to help with the kids. My mother in law
drove two hours to stay overnight. The doctors ran CAT scans, xrays,
you name it, all because I was passed out and couldn't say the words
"I'm drunk".
In a weird way, I'm kind of glad for the humiliation. If I somehow
managed to scrape myself up and get to bed, I'm sure nothing would
change. I'm very lucky. I've never hurt anyone, or myself. Just dumb
luck. Time to stop counting on luck.
Sucks.
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AB5DB9CC