What in the hell?!
I started this medication over a month ago, and I haven't had that "Omigod! It's almost 7! I better get dressed an run out to a bar before HAPPY HOUR ends!" feeling. Actually, the turning point was when I fell out of a cab, hit the curb, blacked-out and was held hostage in the ER until I could blow better than .18 on a breathalizer. Oh, yeah. That was a turning point. A big one. And after getting firm admonishments and lectures from family (drunkards), friends (lushes) and doctors (shrikes) I decided that I had to do SOMETHING. AA was OUT. I hate those sanctimonious fuckers. And to be quite honest, I had no intention of having someone "sponsor" me through a non-drinking spell. Not only that, if I want to have a fucking drink, I will, just watch me.
The label SOBER is SO not moiself.
The crux is, the Falling Out Of A Cab Story is Craig personified. I came to with more money than I left home with.
Now THAT'S what I call DRINKIN'!!!
My therapist told me about this Campral stuff. My doctor (god love her) wanted to put me on Antibuse, which makes you sick even if you have a mere SIP of a toddie. Like putting a leash on a cat, for chrissake. But my beloved Psychiatrist gave me a prescription to this new medication, and after a couple of weeks, I didn't have the impulsive urge to run out and buy a box of wine to quaff in a night. I actually managed to get through birthday dinner FORTY FIVE sipping cranberry and soda with my Surf n' Turf. My friends were drinking, and I touched nary a drop. I didn't even want to.
Ask anyone who knows me. It's amazing.
Now, I'm not one to lecture anyone about imbibing. But I definitely had a problem. Have, I should say. If I can make it through the HOLIDAYS without sloshing the nogs, awakening to find we have a new president in office, well.
Amazing.
Slightly different note. I went to buy a stamp for my ballot yesterday, and the nice post office lady gave me a Happy Face Sticker because "You won't be getting an I VOTED! sticker." Wasn't that nice? I wore it all day on my forehead.
AWWWWWWW.
CHEERS TO MY FELLOW TIPPLING PIXIES!
I started this medication over a month ago, and I haven't had that "Omigod! It's almost 7! I better get dressed an run out to a bar before HAPPY HOUR ends!" feeling. Actually, the turning point was when I fell out of a cab, hit the curb, blacked-out and was held hostage in the ER until I could blow better than .18 on a breathalizer. Oh, yeah. That was a turning point. A big one. And after getting firm admonishments and lectures from family (drunkards), friends (lushes) and doctors (shrikes) I decided that I had to do SOMETHING. AA was OUT. I hate those sanctimonious fuckers. And to be quite honest, I had no intention of having someone "sponsor" me through a non-drinking spell. Not only that, if I want to have a fucking drink, I will, just watch me.
The label SOBER is SO not moiself.
The crux is, the Falling Out Of A Cab Story is Craig personified. I came to with more money than I left home with.
Now THAT'S what I call DRINKIN'!!!
My therapist told me about this Campral stuff. My doctor (god love her) wanted to put me on Antibuse, which makes you sick even if you have a mere SIP of a toddie. Like putting a leash on a cat, for chrissake. But my beloved Psychiatrist gave me a prescription to this new medication, and after a couple of weeks, I didn't have the impulsive urge to run out and buy a box of wine to quaff in a night. I actually managed to get through birthday dinner FORTY FIVE sipping cranberry and soda with my Surf n' Turf. My friends were drinking, and I touched nary a drop. I didn't even want to.
Ask anyone who knows me. It's amazing.
Now, I'm not one to lecture anyone about imbibing. But I definitely had a problem. Have, I should say. If I can make it through the HOLIDAYS without sloshing the nogs, awakening to find we have a new president in office, well.
Amazing.
Slightly different note. I went to buy a stamp for my ballot yesterday, and the nice post office lady gave me a Happy Face Sticker because "You won't be getting an I VOTED! sticker." Wasn't that nice? I wore it all day on my forehead.
AWWWWWWW.
CHEERS TO MY FELLOW TIPPLING PIXIES!
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Info about Campral
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Wow. I might have to get some of that.
No. Ima wait until I fall out of a cab.
Seriously, though, that's awesome!
Katie!
A cab out falling is the best!!! And how DARE they hold me captive?! Not fair at all. And, BTW, what the heck are you using as a foundation? I've been looking around, but nothing compares to yours, my dearest.
Craig
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