Last night, the Viking and I went to dinner with his sister and her fiance.
Now, I know that sounds like a fiction intro coming from me, what, with the whole not ever being around people thing that I do, but I swear to y’all, I went.
I didn’t even throw a tantrum. Ok, maybe a mild tantrum, but that’s barely a blip on the Dumb Shit I Do radar.
Enough blathering, let’s get to the fucking moral of the story:
I had two Tito’s and Tonics. I had zero desire to eat a pill of any sort.
Did y’all hear me? The trigger, unable to drink because it’s my entry to getting pills?
It didn’t happen.
I came home. I chilled with the Viking. Life went on.
I don’t want to toot my own hor- What the fuck am I saying? Of course I do. I kicked a ten year oxycodone addiction by myself cold turkey.
Last night, I had two drinks and didn’t relapse. I am in my 5th year without pills.
Fuck what you heard. I’m doing this motherfucker to death.
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