I’ve been blessed with good health. I wasn’t a sickly kid, and I’ve always had a better-than-average immune system. Despite years of alcohol abuse, I’ve had relatively few sick days, and no real health issues besides Cirrhosis, as diagnosed in 2015 – which is dormant, thankfully, as I approach eight …
“So, most of the people you work with have, or have had, a failing liver?”“Yup.”“So, mostly drunks then? Lots of Cirrhosis and whatnot? Folks like me?”“About half. The other half are Hep C patients.”“Oh. So, clearly we are a very glamorous lot.”“Yup.” And so it went yesterday at my yearly …
I’m not sure where to start. Staring at the above picture sends a ripple of mixed emotions through my veins. I could go all triumph over tragedy on your asses, but I won’t. I don’t feel that way. . .not today, anyway. This picture fills me with quiet hope and …
I admit, these days I’m playing a wee bit loose and fast with my posts while searching for gainful employment that doesn’t make me want to drink myself onto another transplant list and/or hang myself. Blurgh. However, I must pull my cranium outta my rectum and get on the bus for …
As I started toying with the idea of starting this blog it was suggested that I define my purpose before venturing forward. My mission is two-fold. My first order of priority is to help anyone I can who is struggling with alcohol. I know there are other voices out there …
July 30, 2015. That was the last day I had a drink. It’s been over 500 days now (consecutive!) and while it hasn’t always been easy, I’ll say that it’s certainly been worthwhile, and an extremely long time coming. I was a hard drinker for most of my adult life, …
