Celebrate

Three years ago I was told not to expect much of a future- I was in hospital, hooked up to machines and was on a number of not-so-optimistic "watches".

-My heart was expected to stop beating. Again. Apparently, alcoholic withdrawal is hard on the old ticker.

-My liver was in danger of failing. Seems like drinking alcohol is bad for the liver. Who knew? Live and learn...it healed, perhaps with a few scars, but still working.

-One or more of my assigned counselors thought I was at risk for suicide. I had to tell a lot of lies to convince them otherwise- today those lies aren't.

So I never really expected to see the future, but here it is anyway. I haven't had a drink in a little over three years and it's about the last thing I can imagine doing. That last shot (in 2005) sure did hurt and I really hate pain.

Three years!
Whee.

I'm still doing radio...I'm still blogging...I still have friends. I've lost over fifty pounds and my last check-up was pretty darn good- so what's the problem?

Financial ruin? Nah.I'm too poor to sink much lower...job crisis? Nah...I apply to dozens of jobs every week-while I'm at work. Besides, I make as much money as file clerk today as I made as a dishwasher in 1985 and I lived pretty well in 1985 (my rent was $150 a month in'85 but is $700 now, so maybe that salary doesn't go as far, but what the hey? I like an affordable diet of beans,potatoes and dust.)

Health? I've been feeling pretty good lately- except for this weekend.My stomach was killing me- I thought I was going to be very, very sick again but now I'm thinking that it was just a "flashback" to my hospital vacation of 2005...today I feel crappy, but it's Monday and I usually feel like shit when I'm at work, so I'm not alarmed- five o'clock should cure my ailments...

I think I have some good news but if I tell anyone , it'll never happen- so I guess I'll just shut up and go away now.