Had another House member relapse last night. He came home drunk and was asked to leave. This prompted me to ask, for more selfish reasons than concern for him, would he be allowed back? I was relieved to learn he would, then ashamed about my motivation for asking. Evidentially, my brain is still actively planning my next relapse.
I too had the urge to drink a few nights ago. Told my Treatment counselor, Hank C., "Well, I might as well start drinking," and walked out the door. On the freezing walk to the bus stop I kept telling myself to get a bottle, then not to give him the satisfaction. By the time I made it home, I'd realized I missed several opportunities along the bus route to buy a bottle. By the time I walked in the door, I'd all but forgotten about the idea...that is until this morning. I hope he comes back. We lost yet another one to heroin relapse earlier this week; He had but a week left.
Without Wax,
2 comments:
Glad to hear you dodged that bullet.
Yah, especially after seeing what relapsed people have to go through to stay; they're on two weeks lock-down. They're going nuts! I don't think that would help me in my sobriety.
I've got my phone lists from A.A. meetings, so if I get the urge this Christmas weekend, I'll start making phone calls.
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