Morning all. @Onewildandpreciouslife thank you for your encouragement. I have to face the Slimming World scales tonight, but I have no fear - if I've put on a couple of pounds I'll take that over the post-drinking feelings any day. Over a week without a sip now. Keeping going.
@2023forme many congratulations on getting through the holiday; I can't imagine how hard that must have been at times. Takes a lot to have that level of strength. I am glad the Antabuse is helpful. I wonder what happens if one drinks while taking it? I guess it makes you sufficiently sick to not want to chance it. When I was in my depths they talked about prescribing me acamprosate but I didn't have it in the end. @rothbury I think you were very brave on the hen do too. Well done on stopping, that must have been tough. I've got a pub quiz night coming up, but don't feel concerned and am arming myself with cheeky excuses.
@WendyWagon sorry your week is turning out weird, I hope all your business planning hasn't been for nothing. I know what you mean about charity work though - I have worked for charities in the past; an interesting mix with (in my case) definitely an element that the big donors think they have somehow also purchased themselves the right to behave like utter c*ckwombles to other charity patrons and staff... Keeping all crossed for good developments and the move admin.
For me, today is the first anniversary of losing my lovely dog suddenly and without warning to cancer. She saw me through appalling times, personal tragedy, and stuck by me through the very depths of my addiction (at its worst points I was powering through at least seven litres of Scotch a week) when she deserved so much better, she inspired me to get myself right and came with me to every SMART Recovery session. Then, one month after my discharge from NHS Inclusion, that cowardly killer cancer took her from me in less than 48 hours (though obviously she must have been unwell and masking it for months, bless her). I am proud that I got better for her in the end. But I still miss her terribly. I will not reach for the bottle tonight though. New dog doesn't deserve drunk me any more than she did. I hope there aren't any squirrels in heaven - if there are, then the last year will have been utter torment for them that would have them begging Himself for a transfer down to "the other place"... 😉
Strength and love to you all. x