Friday, March 20, 2009


Got an assessment at a treatment center. "Yes, you're an alcoholic." Thought so. I'm starting outpatient treatment the week after next.

Getting some help, family stepping up. "I'm here for both of you," his sister who lives locally says. They will help with dinners while I'm gone.

"I'm sorry that my illness makes you drink, " H says.

I say, looking him square in the eye, "Thank you, but don't blame yourself. I have to take responsibility for this."

Talked with a nurse today about help with meds, which should start in the next week or so. "…you're losing him inch by inch, it's a chronic condition with a slow decline."

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