"I tried to fart, and a little shit came out."
-Philip Seymour Hoffman
I'll be honest, I'm surprised at the direction this topic ended up taking. It started as a humorous "assignment" but then grew into the realization that there was a thread in my early recovery that could be summed up as the recovery of my regular digestion. Let's take a quick plunge into what I remembered.
After the initial giggle, my mind shot back to somewhere probably around 7 or 8 years ago. At that point, I had been drinking every day for some time but hadn't really run into noticeable issues concerning my health or well-being. But during this time, my attention was beginning to draw to my bowel movements, considering the fact that I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a solid drop. Even with the formidable sense of denial that I'd been cultivating for a bit at that point, I still knew deep down that drinking whiskey all night was most likely the culprit. And of course, all of that culminated in, unfortunately, multiple instances of false assumptions at work. The embarrassment was not wonderful, but I have to look at those experiences as the blessings they are and just like all the other hardships that came to be, they were completely necessary to achieve what I needed to.
Today, I am as regular as I could have ever hoped to be. And I just realized that I don't appreciate that fact enough. I don't know if anyone can relate, but that first solid one at rehab was always a cause for personal celebration. Tomorrow morning, I'll remember to be thankful.
Felt like I was in a James Patterson novel. Suspenseful and gripping
Good job Adam, you keep on impressing me with your blog and the photos you add!