I've been meaning to share here, but haven't had the chance to sit at a real keyboard and "get it out", so to speak...but I thank the Surly members that showed their support for my dip-of-the-toe a few weeks ago. Essentially, I'm a long time listener but first time caller.
I'm 51.
I've always been a partier. Since college. Dominant personality with a hedonistic attitude. For anyone that's ever been in a band, when I say that I suffer from LSD (Lead Singer Disease), well then...you can extrapolate my dominant personality from that...ha!
I've never stopped, though. I've always been a party animal, even though I live a fairly domesticated existence. I cook, and I'm damn good at it, but it gives me an excuse to drink while I do it. On the grill, at the stove, in the oven, managing the smoker...always a cold beer, glass of wine, or excellent Bourbon in my hand.
We moved (back to Texas...yay!) to Lufkin from Fort Myers, FL in 2019 with nothing. The first pieces of furniture purchased were a Smoker and a Bar.
My idea of going on vacation is going to the local bars, hanging with the locals, and finding out about the area. Or...going to places I know and drinking (and eating).
My tolerance is so fucking huge that I'm perfectly fine until...I'm not. By the time the alcohol kicks in, I'm well beyond redemption. The next morning yields nothing but blackouts and guilt (even if I've done nothing).
In January 2021, my Mother died. She died at home, in my Father's arms at their home in Seguin. 3 minutes later, I pulled into the driveway (after a 300 mile drive), with my Doctor-Wife in my ear urging me to check for a pulse (she was previously on the phone with my Father). That's how I said goodbye to my Mother (who was already dead).
My Father had been her full time caregiver for the previous 5 years. Since then, I have spent the past 16 months as HIS caregiver. Without exaggeration, 50% of my time was spent in Seguin between January and August 2021, and then we moved my Father into our house in Lufkin. And then had to go back to deal with...shit.
Did I mention that my Father had 3 shoulder surgeries during this time-frame and that I was there to see him through it all...?
We weren't prepared for the level of dysfunction that surrounded him.
He's never once had to clean up after himself...and it shows. He's grieving. He's depressed. He's (we know NOW) clinically suffering from Dementia. There is not a day goes by that I don't clean up something that has been (either) bled on, pissed on, or smeared with shit, and nothing I do/say seems to correct his behavior/awareness.
Fuck it...I'm tired of typing. Suffice it to say that my motto has always been: I don't drink to escape, I drink to cope. Well...clearly I'm coping with more than I can stand.
I'm a Binge Drinker. Plain and simple. I known the Weekend Warriors, and the Habitual Drinkers, and the Every Day Drunks, but none of those are me. I don't have to drink every day. I'm perfectly fine on the days that I don't, but...
On the days I DO drink, I just cannot moderate. I think I have come to terms with "being powerless".
Therein lies my problem. I don't want to quit, but I will if I have to. I just want to cut down. But...if I am truly powerless before alcohol, then...
By they way, it is 9:50pm. I started drinking at 12:30pm. Since then, I have had (2) Speckled Hen, (1) Yuengling Light), (2) Modelo Draft, 5 Fishbowl Margs, (2) Modelo Draft, (3) Carlsberg pints, and (1) Miller Lite. And I'm still typing this.....
I'm angry. I'm pissed. I'm doing 8 million fucking things a day. And...I'm drunk.
And I'm trying to figure out how to improve.....