and the midget . . . and the butt plug . . . Sad, but true those lala happy girl pills might bring me a normal feeling, but at the loss of my "Oh Shit! that feels good" feeling.
It's been (yes this is the mad libs of AA) since I've had a drink and the up side of the meds I'm on is my desire to drink is greatly diminished. The even upper side is that if I do drink it doesn't take much for me to get drunk. And the trifecta of the whole thing is I get one hell of a hang over if I do drink.
Half Pint has exited stage left for reasons that will not be explored at this time. I'm leaving that up to the professionals to sort out.
But here's what I have learned since my move . . .
I have accepted my own version of insanity as a variation of bipolar with a side dish of alcohol dependence. I need to be alone right now and work on me. I am riding again, and I am in love with Pete. Between riding him four times a week, seeing a therapist once a week and daily medication I feel like I have a pretty full plate.
So here's to unraveling the concept of sanity one spoonful at a time.
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