My arm feels like Bruce Lee punched me.
Dull, burning ache.
Ended up grilling tonight instead of last night. Mom got take out yesterday.
Did some banking today and got the car washed. Long overdue. I really wish I had some pain killers or benzos left over from the doc. It’d still hurt I just wouldn’t care.
But no. I’m out. The pills she did give me curbed my shakes and anxiety. Tuesday will be two weeks since I’ve had a drink. Shouldn’t count that too early but I have no desire to drink currently. I was looking up a specific whiskey earlier but I got it from a tv show. Vat 69. Band Of Brothers. Ron Livingston’s character developed a taste for the stuff and I wondered if it was still around. Kinda felt an urge during that time but I put the phone away and focused on something else for a while.
I’ve been getting healthy sleep the last week with no pills. In fact I’m actually tired right now. Just felt the need to drop by and leave some words. I figure one last cigarette then get snuggled in deep with the blanket.