I had to call in sick again today. And its not a lie, I've been sick all night, my stomach is in bits, my lower back is killing me, and I feel like if someone were to hand me a pill right now that would end it all, and guarantee a black oblivion, I would … Continue reading Mentally and Physically done in.
Well, as predicted, I did chin the excess wine (having filled the flatmate's wine bottles back up to their original levels, yes, this is my life). I just couldn't bring myself to pour it way. Drinking wine on a Sunday afternoon, having drank heavily the night before. Smashing. Thankfully, I have managed to stop myself … Continue reading Predictable
I'm not doing very well at this whole not drinking business. In fact, its getting worse. My flatmate has been away for the week and i've pretty much been drinking every night. Today I feel horrific, my stomach is a mess, my head is thumping and spinning out, my skin is dull and oily, I've … Continue reading Hungover, ashamed, exhausted.
Just a quick update, the appointment was a little disappointing. There was quite a lot of emphasis on drink driving, as in don't, and if I am I need to contact the DVLA and they will decide on taking my licence.... I can confirm that I have NEVER driven drunk. I just wouldn't. I suppose … Continue reading Post Appointment
This morning I woke up feeling tired again, but definitely no sudden pangs of panic or anything approaching despair. I feel like probably whats happened is that after two weeks of abstaining, then hitting it quite hard, on top of the antidepressants, I've probably mucked up my brain chemistry, so its not really my own … Continue reading Less like a rabbit in the headlights
Today has been a bit of a strange one. I slept well enough, but woke up feeling tired, sweaty for some reason, and mildly panicky. I had ordered a grocery delivery mainly for the dog's food, so I wouldn't need to go out and face the world, but there was a problem with the payment … Continue reading Tired.
This isn't the post I wanted to write, but its the truth so it needs to be done. I drank, again. It got to about 3pm yesterday and I had a crashing low, I couldn't concentrate, my head went somewhere very dark, and all I could think was, one bottle of wine will make it … Continue reading Crisis
Nothing much to say this morning, waiting to go for my doctors appointment before work, and thinking about the week ahead. I need to set myself some goals, something positive to focus on, other than this problem that I feel follows me about. For the two weeks I didn't drink, I didn't think much about … Continue reading A Fresh Week.
I managed to resist the charms of more wine, and spent the rest of the day mooching about online and watching TV. I didn't really eat much, which means today I still feel pretty rubbish, and add into the mix a good dose of cramp, and I'm not feeling in the best fettle. Also, the … Continue reading Good Morning, sort of.
One bottle of wine, two mini bottles of wine, and a good old glug of my flatmates opened bottle of wine, a hazy Skype call to a friend in need (I was no help whatsoever), two late night calls to my flatmate which I hope to god didn't connect because why the heck was I … Continue reading A recipe for disaster: a dash of wine.