Three pills in, and the Strep Throat pain has been cut in half.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for solid food this time tomorrow.  The gratefullness I feel every time I swallow with only minor pain is a miracle.

Step 12:  having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

I know, I know: taking antibiotics isn’t the same as staying sober.  But after a week of escalating pain and denial, followed by an admission that I may actually be sick and need help, it played out like my years of alcoholism were being presented in super-concentrated form.  Easily frustrated and resentful.  I couldn’t talk coherently.  Even the isolation was there, albeit doctor’s orders.

But I guess it does serve me as a reminder as to just how quickly everything can be taken away, and how things get worse the longer I try to control them.

Today, I know:  Being grateful is much more satisfying than being praised.

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