I’ll start by saying I don’t drink (alcohol). It’s not my thing. I’ve never had a problem with alcohol. I may drink socially, like once or twice a year, when invited over for dinner at someone’s place.
But last weekend I bought a bottle of wine. A drink after dinner, just to wind down at the end of a day – that was why I bought it. Last night one drink wasn’t enough, so I got up and drank almost half the bottle. Enough to give me a nice buzz and mixed in there with my meds, enough to make me very sleepy, the way I feel when I take too many pills.
I’ve got to watch myself. I have the sort of disposition that could get me into trouble with things like alcohol.
“Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go.
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go,
But under a tall tree I will lie,
And let the clouds go sailing by.”
- Frodo Baggins - Lord of the Rings, J.R.R.Tolkien