Well done to all you lot, but I hope you don't mind if I explain the shittiest, crappiest day for years.
Last January I drank a lot. Before that I drank so much and tried so very hard to stop that I ended up fitting and in hospital.
They assigned me a lovely pyschiatrist, who I've been seeing now for just over 2 years. I went with a 'who, ho, I'm going to get my driving license back in January!' To which he answered no, you're not, you drank half a bottle of wine for two weeks last August.
He told me he knew I was about to cry, I told him I wasn't (and didn't), but a whole efffing year again without being able to drive???? I know people who drink more than that daily who manage to (not drink and drive) but keep their license.
It just seems so unfair. If I had been untruthful to him, I'd be collecting my children from school and everything else that goes with it.
So, I thought **it. And went out and bought a bottle of wine tonight. And am drinking it. If there's a year to go, I may as well make the last of it.
Thing is, much as I love and appreciate talking and having a laugh with psychiatrist, and a hug before I leave him, how long do you need to leave it before you realise something isn't happening that's supposed to?