So my little dog Kenny Boy had to get stitches this week. I worked Saturday night and so Sunday I planned to sleep all day, because I had to go right back to work in the evening. However, my wife woke me with that “wife voice” that something is truly wrong. I love the way she is assertive I might add. She said, “You need to get up,” oppose to asking. I can respect that though, it meant something is very, very wrong.
Well it turns out Kenny Boy was bitten on the back by Manu, our lab mix. They were playing outside and Manu went up to the fence to bark at our neighbor and Kenny Boy came up from behind and Manu snapped at him causing two punctures. So I got up and took Kenny Boy to vet with my daughter. My wife was actually working at the time (she works from home) and could not take Kenny Boy herself.
So I took her bank card. We both were not sure how much it would be, but both loving our pets we were prepared to pay what it took. I felt bad though, not having a savings for this type of thing. But I knew this was or should be my responsibility. I remembered the time when I was in addiction and our dog Colt got injured, my wife had to come over to the vet and pay the $300 bill because I could not.
However with Kenny Boy, they did offer a credit line if I was approved. So I gave it a shot, so maybe my wife would not have to pay, and I was approved. So it made me feel better that even though I could not pay the $500 bill for Kenny Boy’s stitches, at least I got the credit and can pay it off monthly. And that’s something my recovery and sobriety has given me. Credit.
So a few quick things:
Next I created a closed FB group called, Keeping it Sober-Addiction, Recovery & Living Sober, so we can post and talk more freely while saving our anonymity. So go check it out!
Last, I created a new survey, only 3 questions, so you can help me, help create better content for you!
Jaime-keeping it Sober
I felt like drinking a beer yesterday. It was the perfect storm brewing for the past 2 days or so. A combination of random irritability, a severe pain on the roof of my mouth and maybe some hunger from starting a new diet set the stage, however yesterday morning was my tipping point.
I would not recommend sleeping 16 hours, however maybe if I wasn’t woken up every other hour by a dog barking or a wife yelling I could honestly say I slept the full 16 straight. But I didn’t. When the “Beastie Boys” alarm set, kicked off at 4:30am on my iPhone it was a struggle to get up, but thoughts of a brand new day with coffee motivated me to sleepwalk to the shower.
So I’m all set in the driveway of my house. Car running and heat going. Warming up my hands by rubbing them together and then blowing a fresh breath of non-alcohol Listerine.
So I reach for my iPhone to scan my list of podcasters but my phone isn’t there, dam! Counter top table. The same table where 4 years ago my wife walked into the house and was surprised to see that Doug was about to set a “Texas Longhorn logo”, custom made from tile, right on the center of her table counter. (Whole another story!)
To explain, the entire “operation-forgotten iPhone” saga, which for me is to shut of my car, walk to the front door, fight with broken lock on the screen door, go inside, put on my “night vision goggles,” because my wife insists on every energy of light being off in the house at all times and then recover my device is like getting my two back wisdom teeth pulled, in the Texas Department of Corrections, and only given Tylenol for the pain. (Again, whole other story.)
So off to the place where for the past three visits my orders have some how translated from, “hot carmel mocha” to “cold mocha frappachino.” But, its a new day right, let the past go and focus on the new “hot mocha” present. I explain my order clearly, pull up to the “second” window, not the “first” or “third” but the “second” window and give the gal my card.
That I drop.
My card slides off my fingers, does a slow motion 360 and falls perfect between my seat and center console, into the Bermuda Triangle of cars. If you paid me one million dollars, on my life, I could not repeat the process if my life depended on it.
Why I try to stick my hand in between a one centimeter slot, I have know idea other than I love mental pain. So I open my door only to realize I’m trapped in my car because I parked to close to the wall. Water begins filling in my car, and within seconds I drown in the parking lot of a fast food drive-thru. Or at least that’s what it feels like.
I move the car up, back, a little slant, up again and finally I can open the my door and begin the search for the Lost Ark. What feels like a few house later, I move my car up, back, a little slant and I’m back at the window. Finally, I hand the gal my card to pay my $3.65 tab. She slides my card and presses a button. She pause’s. She presses another button. Pauses. Then she makes a upper body jester one would make who just lost a horse race by seconds.
A manger is beckoned.
My chin drops to my chest. I instantly calculate the repercussions of stabbing myself with a pen that I actually ordered in bulk with my health website name on it. Probably not good for marketing I decide.
15 hours later. (Or maybe just 2.5 minutes.)
After I kill the pain in my mouth with a burn of scorching hot mocha, I’m off for my seventy-five minute drive to work.
As I finally pull up, my focus is not to take out my frustrations on my clients or coworkers. I succeed, I think. However then the 5000 question survey come’s in via text from my wife. Really bad idea on her part, trying to communicate with me at 7:15am with only 1 cup in me, the nerve.
I’m not sure which text it was that ignited an internal flame of self-destruction while trying to maintain a smile for good reflection, but if had to choose, it might be the, “I don’t know why we’re together, you don’t do sh*$ around here,” text, but I could be wrong. And I learned the worst thing you can do, is reply with a one word agreement:
So my day moves on. Nearing the clock-out hour, a “drink” pops in my head. Then a “meeting”, then a “drink” again. I knew what I had to do, and I didn’t really want to do it. It had nothing to do with swallowing my pride, or apologizing for my part, but for the first time, I looked at my situation as, what the right the thing to do is, so I won’t drink or use later, or at least for that day. And for me, that’s what its all about, doing what I have to do, to stay sober for another 24 hours.
So I called my wife on the way home from work. Made sure we were square and she wasn’t tripp’in anymore, and instead of ending my life once again with a drink, I went home and stayed sober.
Keep it Sober my friends,
So a few things as my little Kenny Boy keeps barking in my ear to take him out!
The January Keeping It Sober Newsletter is out. If you haven’t signed up, you can at the keepingitsober.org website. Speaking of, I just finished remodeling it! If you get a chance go browse around and let me know what you think.
Also, I really would appreciate your help with a quick survey I put together. It’s completely anonymous, and it helps me create better content for you. Instead of guessing what to write, with your answers I can produce content of value for you and that’s why the survey is important to me and you! Thanks in advance!
Here’s the link to the survey.
Everyone enjoy the rest of your week and like always, don’t drink today and come back tomorrow!