I look at the clock more than I look at anything else on this earth. I have 3 hours before I have to go to bed. How much vodka do I have stashed behind the spare bedroom’s door? If I overestimate how much is left, I won’t realize that I’ve run out until after the liquor stores are closed. I can’t let that happen.
That would mean elevated anxiety, knowing that I will have to go more than 12 hours without alcohol. That would mean feeling nauseous and irritable for hours before I can reasonably excuse myself from the office for an “early lunch” and race to a bank machine and then to the store. I can’t let that happen.
There is a minimum level of vodka to blood ratio that must be maintained. Otherwise my body will begin to rebel. I have to make sure that there’s enough stashed around the house and in the car to get me through, because I’m out for all that I can get and truthfully, no amount will ever be enough.
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