Made it through the weekend.
I made it through the weekend. When I drank, I didn't have a lot of trouble getting through the start of the work week without drinking. Monday and Tuesday were fine. By Wednesday, I'd get itchy. I've nearly forgotten the Monday hangover. Before I quit, I'd stop at the usual place on Wednesday and have a few. Or I'd pick up a six-pack and bring it home. I know it doesn't sound like a big problem. But I dreaded the shitty feeling in the morning, even after 4 or 5. I'd be tired and have that dull ache, dried-out feeling. I had to get up at 6 and go to work no matter how I felt. Thursday night, well, it's almost the weekend. Wing night at the local hangout. 3 or 4 at the bar. Then a few more at home. Then work on Friday. Dying to get out of there and start the drunken weekend... again.