That’s a real thing my friend. It gives your body the sugar and you can easily monitor your intake. People try to eat whole cakes and get sicker than they already are. When I detoxed myself ( not recommended) I went from two bags of bite size candy down to 3 pieces a day in two weeks. Watching that progression helped tremendously. And here I am 9 years and 2 months later 😎
I white-knuckled my first two years; it wasn't one day at a time it was literally one minute at a time. The old-timers were taking bets on when I'd relapse and they thought I didn't know but I did and I didn't drink just to say "fuck you" to those bastards. They would read the promises and I'd get pissed off because all I wanted was a drink and I could feel the burn of the whiskey in my nose but I wouldn't let them have the satisfaction of relapsing and then one day someone asked me how I was doing and I realized I hadn't thought about having a drink until that moment and I realized that my higher power was G.O.D.; that Gathering Of Drunks that pissed me off and kept me sober...
Not being alone is a gift. I was alone but I knew I had the love and support of basically a whole city. And in fairness someone did try to help me detox twice in person but I went back to it
The bite-size candy!! love it, Jimmy!
That’s a real thing my friend. It gives your body the sugar and you can easily monitor your intake. People try to eat whole cakes and get sicker than they already are. When I detoxed myself ( not recommended) I went from two bags of bite size candy down to 3 pieces a day in two weeks. Watching that progression helped tremendously. And here I am 9 years and 2 months later 😎
Agreed🌫️
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So glad you’re recovering.
Thank you. Thanks for being a good friend when I was a lush and now that I'm an ex-lush.
Yeah, that takes me back.
I white-knuckled my first two years; it wasn't one day at a time it was literally one minute at a time. The old-timers were taking bets on when I'd relapse and they thought I didn't know but I did and I didn't drink just to say "fuck you" to those bastards. They would read the promises and I'd get pissed off because all I wanted was a drink and I could feel the burn of the whiskey in my nose but I wouldn't let them have the satisfaction of relapsing and then one day someone asked me how I was doing and I realized I hadn't thought about having a drink until that moment and I realized that my higher power was G.O.D.; that Gathering Of Drunks that pissed me off and kept me sober...
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I bartended 4 days in. That was a trapeze act
WOW!
That took guts!
Never went through it but had front row seat a couple of intense times.. Truly great respect. It’s humbling to watch.
It’s beautiful that you were there for someone.
Only as a presence that wasn’t leaving, not sure how they felt - certainly furious sometimes.. They did the work - as you have, J.
Not being alone is a gift. I was alone but I knew I had the love and support of basically a whole city. And in fairness someone did try to help me detox twice in person but I went back to it
I am so glad you made it. It’s one of the hardest things (with grief) that I’ve witnessed someone going through.
Really vivid
Thanks Janet. The memory of my own detox is very vivid