Off the Wagon
Last night, I drank for the first time since New Years. I didn’t get drunk, but I definitely caught a buzz.
I didn’t take my meds, so I didn’t have to worry about any adverse interaction. I had one alien secretion (midori, malibu, and pineapple juice) and six buttery nipples (layered buttershots and bailey’s) – I can’t believe I got tipsy from that. I used to be able to slam at least 11 shots of jager before I got tipsy. I guess almost four months without a drink lowered my tolerance. I took a sip of jager and it was nasty as hell.
I’m proud to report that I didn’t have any urges to cut or otherwise physically injure myself.
Recovery, work, and life in general is going well for the time being. My meds seem to have me balanced finally. I still have a lot of work to do on myself though. Right now I’m reading “Codependent No More” by Melody Beattie. It makes a lot of sense so far.
Nick spent the night again. He didn’t leave until I had to go to work this afternoon.
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.