Evening all.
It's now day 19 and tonight I will not be drinking. I have just eaten a big plate of cheese and biscuits (my absolute favouritest thing) for the first time since I gave up the booze. I was terrified I'd 'need' red wine with it, but I have battled through with a ginger beer and enjoyed it almost as much as I used to!
Thurso - hope your day has improved.
Mouse - the house situation sounds like a nightmare, I think that would drive me round the twist. the guy who owned our house before us did all the wiring, and one of our electrician friends refuses to come round because he is so convinced it's all going to go up in smoke at some time soon. not a good sign...
Zany - glad everything is going well with your new man. i'm impressed with your ability to cut down your drinking without giving up, have tried and failed with that approach so many times!
Isindie - so glad you're firmly ensconced on the bus again. you were so welcoming when I first posted 
Spent some time last night and this morning thinking about what I posted last night about my alcohol-induced psychosis. It's something I've never really talked to anyone about, except the useless community mental health team counsellor. What happened still scares me so much and I think I might need to ramble on about it from time to time. It first happened when I had severe PND and took a rather hefty cocktail of painkillers and anti-depressants, on top of a skin-full of wine and vodka jellies. Ended up in hospital having a psychotic episode, which I can remember in graphic cringe-worthy detail. And ever since, if I really binge on alcohol (like 3 bottles of wine or similar - 'tis a huge amount for me), I get alcohol-induced psychosis. It's probably happened about 6 times now. My counsellor explained it by saying that the first incident caused something to 'come loose' in my mind, and it can never be properly repaired, so when I binge it triggers it all off again. I understand all this. What I don't understand is why it doesn't stop me from drinking like that. Ok, I only do it once every six months or so, but any one of these incidents could kill me I guess, if I didn't have the right people around me, or if my mind unravelled particularly badly. Fuck, when I write it down, it sounds so stupid - can't believe I've allowed myself to get into that situation again since the first occasion. Idiot.
Right, that's me done, just needed to write it all down.
Hope everyone has a safe and restful evening.
Btw, I second the 'bunch of loons' comment after this afternoon's antics on here 
E xx