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I guess it'll come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I "suffer" from what my doctor tactfully and euphemistically refers to as Alcohol Dependency Syndrome. On the urgent advice of friends (who seem to give more of a shit about me than they probably should, therefore who ROCK) I'm going back into alcohol counselling.
And I'm scared. Okay, I've done it before, a few years back, but I don't think I stuck at it long enough. Tomorrow's my first session and, while I know pretty much what to expect, the very fact that I'm in a position where I have to do it is... well, y'know, a bit scary.
My doctor's also referred me to the hospital for a blood test to see if my liver still exists. Damn, this is all getting a bit much.
Sorry to ask, but if anyone has any huggles or healing vibes or any shit like that spare, could I borrow 'em for a while? I promise I won't sell them to buy booze... |
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