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It’s been a long week… and it’s only Wednesday.

Even though I’m trying to work reduced hours to keep myself from aggravating my shoulder as well as getting too tired, I’m not doing a very good job. My whole arm is aching and, because this brace is supporting the dead weight of my left arm, my upper back is feeling it. I’m guessing that this is what a woman with large breasts deals with on a daily basis.

I’m also completely exhausted by the time I’m leaving despite it being an early quitting time. I’m mentally exhausted, I can’t remember things and I generally am lacking in energy. I mean, I forgot my wallet on my desk when I left. Duh.

But… I digress.

I keep thinking that this ‘quitting drinking’ thing should be harder. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. But there is this part of me that wonders if I’m really an addict? I definitely have a substance abuse problem. Of that fact, I have no doubt… I’m a binge drinker. Addicted? I feel unconvinced right now.

BUT.

With all of that being said, the Self-Evaluation & Support workshop I participated in has taught me the stages of recovery. The “questioning of addiction” definitely falls into the list of problems one might experience somewhere along the line. (Granted, this typically falls into the 121-180 days ‘Adjustment’ time period and I’m only on Day 31 but whatever.)

At 31 days, I’m smack-dab in the middle of the ‘Honeymoon’ stage (15-45 days). Common problems that folks in recovery experience include:

  • Reduced craving
  • Have energy but little stability
  • Scattered activity
  • Short attention span
  • Unrealistic confidence in their recovery

So maybe I’m displaying that last one more than anything, I can’t say for sure. I think writing about it helps me regardless. And I really mean it because I wrote this whole fucking post typing with one finger. Ugh.

28 Days Later

  

So I’ve officially been sober for 28 days. I mean, I’m less than an hour away from a full-on technical 28 days but I’m not one to quibble about it at this point. Unless some booze deity appears from the netherworld and starts funnelling alcohol into my gullet before midnight… I think I’m pretty safe. 

I will be returning to work tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to all of the questions and everything that happened the last time everyone saw me when I was a seizing disaster. But it is what it is, my crew is pretty tight and they were all legitimately concerned for me. So it will all be good; basically, I won’t be getting anything done tomorrow and that’s an ok way to ease back into it. Plus, I’m approved to return on reduced hours if need be. 

My biggest concern is that this will be the first real test of my sobriety. I feel strong now and haven’t been challenged too much. Once work stress enters the picture, will that make a difference? Will my resolve hold? I haven’t done all of my homework that I should have but I feel like I have it together. 

Also, I’m looking forward to finding out that the results of my MRI tomorrow. I would love to never have to wear this massive brace ever again. If it’s surgery, that dream is gone.

Anyway, I bid you good evening. And I apologize for luring you in with the false hopes of zombies. Had to be done. 

Idle Hands Are The Devil’s Workshop 

I’ve been keeping busy today. I have been cleaning, doing dishes, getting some laundry done. I’ve also been watching TV in between my duties. Plenty of dinosaur programming on the National Geographic channel followed by my first exposure to AMC’s new show Into The Badlands (which is pretty solid, by the way) and now for the all-time classic, Predator, starring Arnold Shwarzenegger.

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I’ve had no cravings for booze either but feeling some lingering pain and ache in my left arm from the shoulder all way to my forearm. The pain is significantly less than it was when I first put it out but the locations and depths of the pain have me concerned that this may require a little more than just physiotherapy. We’ll see on Monday though. That’s my appointment to discuss the results of the MRI.

Today is Day 27.

The Sting Of The Sling

 Stevie Ray Vaughan is dead and we can't get Jon Bon Jovi in a helicopter.I mentioned it before but with regular sleep patterns, I’ve started dreaming again and playing guitar is a recurring theme. And, holy shit, I can fucking WAIL when it’s my brain making it all up. I’m a virtuoso when my fingers don’t actually have to touch a fretboard. I’m the Stevie Ray Vaughan of the unconscious world. If Donald Trump would play guitar will the skill he displays being a giant blow hard, I’d totally be a dreaming Donald Trump. Anyway, the total bitch of it all is that I can’t even hold a guitar with this stupid sling on. I don’t even have the hand strength to play it, even if I found a way to hold it. 

The positive side is that I won’t have my illusions about my abilities shattered for another 3 to 5 weeks