Saturday, March 21, 2009
So I didn't get to have my interview yesterday. That sucks. But I do get to go on Monday to have it. Man, I hate waiting. I'm terrible at waiting, especially if it is for something that I REALLY want or need. Let's just say I am beyond desparate at this point, so my patience for waiting is non-existent. When I am impatient for something, CJ gets really irritated with me. Of course, if I were him I would probably feel the same way. He always tells me," Doing that more (whatever annoying thing I am doing at that particular moment) is NOT going to make Monday get here any faster. Why don't you do something to take your mind off of it, instead of that." Umm, NO!! I WANT MONDAY HERE NOW!!!! He should want Monday to hurry up too because he is chompin' at the bit waiting for me to get a job. I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to have a girlfriend that lost job after job and I had to support her and pay for her SHIT! He has been wonderful to tolerate me as much as he has. But, I have dealt with his on again off again attempts at sobriety too. And that is enough to drive the sanest person INSANE!!!
Labels: alcoholic, insanity, interviews, jobs
Thursday, March 19, 2009
So, today when I got home from my interview, I decided that I was going to have a beer. A beer you say? Yep. Me. Drinking. A Beer. CJ almost freaked out. Not only did I have one, but I had three and that was way more than enough. I have spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get the room to stop spinning. I was trying to see what it is about getting drunk that is so appealing to him. I absolutely hate feeling that out of control. The whole time CJ is telling me how he feels guilty and he thinks he's gonna make me an alcoholic and how he shouldn't have let me have any. Like I'm not a 31 year old woman and if I want alcohol I just have to go to the bar right around the corner. I CHOSE to drink. No, I'm not an alcoholic, but I am in recovery from pills and he thinks that now that I have had a couple of beers I'm destined to relapse and just fall off the deep end. Not gonna happen. I may have a desire to hide away from the world and sleep my days away, but I have NO desire to live like I did when I was using. I'm too old for that and that kind of lifestyle is too difficult to maintain. I've been on Methadone for almost seven years now and thank God for that, because I don't know where I would be otherwise. Yes, I know that a lot of people don't agree with Methadone Maintenance, and that's ok. It is what works for me. I take it once a day, as prescribed by my doctor. That's all that really matters. I don't know why I feel the need to justify myself every time I reveal this to someone. I guess it is because I have had so much backlash when people find out that I automatically think that everyone is going to shun me. I remember I went to an NA meeting once and made the mistake of sharing that and right in the MIDDLE of the meeting, one of the people that chairs meetings asked me to speak with him and said that I was NOT welcome to share as long as I was on Methadone as I was under the influence. He said that I may sit and listen, but I MAY NOT participate. I could not believe my ears. Needless to say, I never went back to that meeting. Now, when I go to meetings, I always feel like I am carrying this big secret around. I guess that is one thing that keeps me away. I don't like feeling like I have secrets. If there is one thing I have learned and learned well in recovery that is honesty. When I was using I would lie to you rather than tell you any amount of truth whatsoever. Not anymore. That is just something my conscience can't deal with anymore. So going to meetings and feeling like I'm not being honest is hard. Sorry, didn't mean to get off on a tangent. One of those days. Anyhow, I have another interview on Friday so I guess we'll see what happens. Take care and until next time............be safe!!
Labels: depression, frustration, insanity, interviews, jobs
