Powerless (over alcohol)
June 22, 2009
The licensing at work went OK but it was very hectic. My work partner and I ran around all day finding things and trying to find things, and we didn’t know until the end that it was OK. After I got home, she called me twice. When I called her back I told her I had had a drink, something to eat and had taken a bath and was doing OK. We were so busy today we didn’t have a glass of water or hardly make it to the bathroom.
She said, “I’m having a drink too, but it’s not the kind that you’re drinking.” Although she doesn’t know why, she knows I don’t drink alcohol.
There’s something in the literature that says something like alcohol has ceased to be a problem for us. It’s just not. I don’t envy her the ability to drink that one drink, feel its effects and make it in to work tomorrow. I don’t. I don’t want a drink, I don’t want her drink. I don’t want lots of drinks, not even with the ability to snap out of it as soon as I would need to.
I don’t want one nor do I want one thousand. Truly. It’s just not a problem for me today.
