Day 9

Today is the first day back at work post strep. I feel good that I had a productive weekend and I'm ready to dive into our new business pitches.

I trek to work in the six inches of snow. Snow is bullshit unless you are boarding it.

I get to work and hit the ground running with my boss. 

12pm: My boss and I order lunch.  During lunch I email my sisters to check in and see how their weekends were.  My sister Terry and I go back and forth. I tell her that I feel good about my sobriety. I feel like I'm doing good things. I came up with an idea for a charity and patched things up with Jody.  Things were looking up.

3:30pm: My sister calls me to tell me that she got laid off. So I'm a little nervous and sad for her.  My aunt and uncle might get a divorce which is freaking everyone out, my brother got into a car accident and my sister got laid off. Boy do I need a drink. I gather my self and think, "I only have about 3o more days. I can do that.

So in my effort to take my mind off of everything, I start to calculate the days.  I figure it's 30 days since lent is technically 40 days and I already have 9 or so under my belt. I realize in my calculations that lent is not 40 days . . . IT'S 47 DAYS!!! Since I started 3 days early that means I will be sober for 50 days. I start to hyperventilate. 50 days is a long fucking time. Ain't that some bullshit?

I'm miserable.

I decided to share my misery with everyone via this blog.  I will chronicle my journey of sobriety here. 

Lucky fucking you.