Well the good news is that the family lunch wasn’t too bad. The champagne glasses were produced when we arrived, so it was good I’d come armed with my bottle of pink Schloer. My refusal of a drink was greeted with consternation but I stuck to my resolve when my mum said but surely you can have one glass? I said I think I’ve had enough over the last few days. I did feel a bit bad only because they’d gone to real trouble to throw me a birthday party but I was fully there and present rather than either trying to get drunk and being thwarted by rationing, or counting the minutes until we could leave so we could go home and get on with serious business of drinking.
My birthday present from my sister was a large frame print of my sisters and I when were aged about 7 (me), 5 and 3. So what happened to that sweet little 7 year old along the way that turned her into the stressed out, 40 year old dysfunctional drinker? That’s probably speculation for another day.
So back to work today after a week off. I’m worried about handling the stress without the reward of a gin and tonic or three waiting for me when I get home. But driving in without a hangover this morning was another radical new feeling, and I certainly felt more energised and ready to face whatever was awaiting me. I’m only in two days this week though, as I’ve got minor surgery for wide line excision of my malignant melanoma on Wednesday. Not sure how I’m going to cope with that without a glass of wine to greet me when I get home.