Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Day 1356

Oh Blogfriends I know it's been quite a while because life just keeps coming at me hard.

But I've reached the number of sober days where it starts looking more recognizeably like a date-- I looked up the year 1356 and this is what we have:


Of those the Battle of Poitiers is the only one I'd ever even remotely heard of and that was pretty darned remotely.

Anyhow back to mememememe me. I'm tired. I have the day off because in a little while I'll be driving Spouse to his six-months-post-transplant visit three hours away and we both have come to dread the six hours of car time for at most ninety minutes of total non-car time and that's being very generous usually it's just under an hour. We've already had one episode of Youngest Duckling deciding to stop taking the med for a while and now that she's back on them she doesn't like her flat affect so there's angst there and I'm offering a therapist's ear....the problems are different for Eldest but more therapist ear there too and of course this is all while working full time.

And now that Spouse is in NY for this clinic visit we're back up to three dogs again. It's A Real Lot. Just all the time there's -something- y'know? I dunno how the fuck I could even dream of beginning to manage all of it if I were still drinking so I'm grateful all over again every day that I'm not.

And sure the thought has been there now and again but there's two things staying my hand: 1) It just doesn't fucking help. I've done that experiment a million times and although in the short term it's blissful "short term" is only about ninety minutes tops and then it's all downhill and 2) then I'd have shame on top of every OTHER problem. No thanks. Easier to just NOT do a thing. Well and now it's got momentum of its own.

Enough so that somehow I've become the family substance guru and my biggest advice is always this: I would never dream of telling anyone else how to handle their substances since I had such a terrible time with my own for so long. Also nobody will ever hear even the kindest words till they want to hear them.

I had a wonderful little overnight to meet a friend and visit the biggest yarn store in this part of my country Sunday into Monday. Bought a ton of yarn, almost all of it half off. That was great but also sadly brings into even sharper contrast just how Not Calm my regular life is. Theoretically things will get better and I hope that actually proves to be true.

Keep at it. Whatever it is.

Peace out.