Sober: Day 3

Slowly coming to life...

I'd forgotten how weird this can be.

How feeling slightly hung over is the norm for me, 

and how I usually crack a beer in time to stave off any of the real nasties.

Day 1 and 2 were kinda horrific,

tired, headachy, short of breath, moody

and in a kind of weird fog!

I've faked the last two days so well that nobody 

really noticed.

Now, Day 3.

I'm coming back to life. 

The world beyond my physical reach has colour in it again.

I can feel my skin, 

and deep breaths are like sipping cool water.

The worst, physically, is over,

and unlike in the past, my external surroundings

are almost perfect.

Its time I start REALLY enjoying

everything I've worked so hard for!

AM:

Sunday am.

I'm not done yet.

Hanging on by the skin of some reality-denying teeth.

Turn out the lights,

the party's over.

Time to sleep.

And then get on with it!

Ground Zero.

Well, here I am.

Drunk as hell, arguing with smart people on 

Facebook about bullshit,

but really just delaying 

the inevitable.

The beer is gone, the wine is almost done.

I'm tired.

I almost expect praise for things others do easily.

Tomorrow I'm going to wake up

sober

like normal.

But there is a slight chance that I'll be sober 

at bedtime.

Who knows.

Right....

So, it's been a damn hot day, I'm fucking tired. 

But my wife and kid are asleep. 

I've had a few beers and a few wines. 

I've also had enough time and wherewithal to check the "stash" and see that tomorrow night the river will run dry.

So it's business as normal for one more day.

Then...early to rise, and early to bed.

A new program of all the stuff I already do 

which would help me succeed

 were I not 

marinating it all in 

booze.

The time has come, my friends....

to talk of other things...

I have enough alcohol to last me 2, maybe 3 days at the most. After that I'm planning on jumping off the deep end, into the sober land I've avoided for so long. 

This time I won't be wearing any imaginary parachutes, so if there are any hard landings, they will be extremely hard.

Join me, if you like, on an adventure of midnight sweats, sugar cravings, and weird dreams, as I worm my way through an un-manipulated reality for the first time in ages!

Come success or failure, my promise to my readers is an honest daily update that might serve as inspiration, or maybe as a warning!

Here we go!