not well...

it has become increasingly apparent to me that it is imparetive that i quit drinking. my body simply cannot handle the abuse i dish out anymore, especially with such high dosages of meds. my blackout rate is beginning to surpass my consciousness when inebriated. so, as of january 22nd, i am dry. i don't want to attend the middleaged mental grope-fest known as AA as i feel my 3 year long stint in NA was enough to let me know to "let go and let god (yeah right)" and i honestly don't think i could benefit from other people's sob stories.

from here on out it's me and wyl dealing with the illness that i CAN'T help instead of creating more.

i have been bed-confined since the day after my birthday due to intense physical pain from god knows what, emotional failure and fear. i swung pretty hard from the mania that was my birthday, plus i've just been flat out sick. i'm tired of feeling like this. these meds have to change.

in other news, i have my first mom-mobile and i absolutely love it.

here's that high school graduation thingy.

( remember me? )