Two days later and, incredibly, we’re STILL on the wagon!
Who would’ve predicted it, eh?
Now, I ain’t a-gunna say that I don’t miss a nice beer right about now — come 4:20 in the afternoon. But neither am I gunna say that I’ll keel over in a faint without it.
The crazy-making peripheral neuropathy continues, though I could (maybe) persuade myself that it’s a little milder just now. For that to be credible, that milder-ing would have to continue for several days or weeks, and get more obvious as the time passes. So…about all we can say about that is time will tell.
Meanwhile, I’ve come to think that if I’m going to be able to stay in my home as I age and not end up in one of those horrible warehouses for old people, I’ve got to get 100% sober and stay that way. That is to say, I’ve gotta quit drinking, and I’ve gotta quit drinking NOW.
So far, that’s not been very difficult. But…heh!! It’s only been a few hours…
It needs to become not a few hours. Not a few days. But a few weeks.
And then a few months. And months and months… And then…yep: years.
Videlicet: I’ve gotta get off the sauce and STAY off the sauce. Now and evermore.
We shall see, soon enough, whether that’s even remotely possible…