Not at anyone mind you, just at life.
I've been sober over 12 years and the outcome of this week is testing even my stubbornness not to pick up a pint or a bottle of vodka.
On Tuesday my wife has to go for an operation under her skull. To sheath her trigeminal nerve. What a sentence. Until 3 week ago I never fully understood what it meant.
My brain is flitting between anger and sadness. Try as I might to be strong, I'm absolutely failing. Good portion of yesterday was wiping tears away. And as I type the buggers have returned.
The speed of seeing the specialist (he probably had a different job title but I missed it) to getting a surgery appointment took us by surprise as he claimed it's usually upto 6 months.
I'm slowly turning into a gibbering wreck
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