Day 1 again. I went to the doctor yesterday as I had had a sore feeling in my stomach since last weekend. She gave me some pills, I came home and drank some wine. I’m not even going to begin to look at how crazy this was. My husband was at a drinks party last night, so I didn’t tell him about the wine, but this morning we agreed that it would be sensible for me not to drink so that I can see if my stomach pain gets better. So I’m hitting the dreaded Friday night with an enforced plan of action! I might even get through today without drinking! Imagine!
Lots of exclamation marks, but I’m not feeling bonny. However, although the past couple of months have been pretty hopeless on the sobriety front, I do feel as though the circles in which I’m running are getting smaller and smaller, and that I will eventually find myself right in the centre, and at that very point I will have to face myself.
For now, for today, I am going to be quiet at home, and try and get better. No wine aisle visits at the supermarket this morning; instead, I stocked up on some pudding treats and am going to sit on the sofa this evening with a hot water bottle. Better than a wine bottle I reckon.