And those were just some of the good times.
The heart attack at 41 while drinking a bottle of vodka by the neck. Continuing to drink while phoning the ambulance and waiting for them to arrive was probably my rock bottom. Well it had to be really. They fixed the heart as best they could. Stopped it hurting so bad. I walked out of the hospital in my dressing gown to go for a pint. It wasn’t a bad Guinness but it was very hard to finish wearing a strait jacket and concrete shoes.
So a meeting a day now, one step at a time, prayer and meditation, asking for help, carrying a message. I wear it all like a loose fitting cloak. Better deal than concrete shoes or a wooden box.
Funniest thing about getting sober was how much it unleashed in me.