Normally, I drink one or two glasses of red wine a night (most nights) and that satisfies me. Lately there has been a LOT more stress and responsibility than normal and I've had trouble adjusting. My husband had a heart attack on July 4 and had a stent placed. Three weeks later he had to go back in, via abulance) for three more, additional stents. I find myself consuming about a pint of vodka (on the sly; which is really what worries me more than the amounts)per week, in addition to the (approx)two bottles of red wine (weekly), which is "normal" for me. Actually, with the vodka, i drink much less wine; perhaps a glass every few days but
i'm confused. I feel that my drinking is excessive and am uncomfortable with the "hidden" portion, however, can't deny that i am no less functional than i was before. We're in the process of a move and i've done 90% of it. With a "mild buzz" i feel much more motivated to pack boxes and get thing "ready to go". I NEVER, EVER drive after having even one drink! That's very important to me!
I never, ever drive after having even one drink! i never, ever drive without wearing my seatbelt and making sure that each passenger does the same before I start the engine.
my husband, who i love more than anything in this world, had a heart attack early in July and life for us has changed dramatically since then...
i'm not sober now so whatever i have to say might be suspect but, at this moment. my husband (whom i love more than life itself) is sleeping away pain from recent oral surgery (he has only been to the dentist once in the past 45 years and the most recent was 20 years ago. He would not have been conviced to go in, let alone stay for treatment, without the help of a hefty dose of valium.
i felt guiltly for getting him so "hopped up" but also gratified in that he stayed in the chair long enough for the surgion to do what was imeediately necessary.
He's still terribly scared. we have an appt for him to see my dentist (a periodontist) in a couple of weeks. hopefully i'll be able to get him to go. He expected the "oral surgeon" to handle everything.(that was wrong) as did i. i'm sorry and i feel like i've already let him down. He's in terrible pain (the highest level he reported during his heart attack as "3", now he's saying "5".
i've had three shots of vodka so far, so i don't know how "lucid" i can be expected to be but, In at least some way i feel like (with the amount of new and unexpected stress trust upon me; i have some leyway.I gotta take my sister-in-law's dog out (she's got the runs and will make a hard-to-clean-up mess if i don't take her out soon. of course she doesn't necessarirly
"GO" just because i take her "out> we'll see this time,
chica
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