Thinking of celebratory Champagne has triggered nostalgics and concern. I can't quite remember my last drink, not because of high number rounds leading to lampshades, but because I didn't know it was to be my last. It must have been a beer though, as I'm sure we were in Arkansas (the first vacation) and that's all we had. It may have been on our 10th anniversary, that seems possible, but I'm not sure. A year ago, almost exactly.
I had been struggling against the Hep C news, dragging out my acceptance for three long weeks, still "allowing" myself "a" beer or glass of wine, every day or so; deep denial, fingernails clawing at the river bank. Then something switched during the night and I was done, the last had past. Haven't had a drop, splash, swizzle since. Haven't wanted one, not really.... well, I've tasted on a few very rare occasions (tempted by a good red wine), but the divine turns to poison in the back of my throat, anti-freeze is what it feels like; my liver cries out like a baby, it needs protection, love, gentle care, back you vicious beast!
So, I'm looking ahead, to the final day... the last injection followed by 6 days of last pills... how will I celebrate? I know I'll cry, but will I have a drink in my left hand? What kind? Will it still taste of poison? Suddenly I'm transported to the potential hangover... that scares me now, I'm done with headaches, pain. Way done. I don't ever want to be sick, even slightly! So will I have that one? Come on, I'm sure I will, but I'll go for quality, not quantity. Something delicious, fruity, robust... humm. Not Champagne, no.... I'll have to think on this one... or maybe I'll just dance around, all wild, crazed with relief, techno belly dancing... for hours... (don't need one for the other).
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...
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I have a Champagne in my alcohol cabinet, it's waiting for my last shot. I don't know if I want to have it until 6 month after my last injection, but I know I'll have it sooner or later :) And I'm pretty sure my last drink was "Cosmopolitan", but don't remember when. Love it, love it...
I'm definitely celebrating the last day of all meds... I think just making it to the end is reason enough to hoot and hollar! The 6 month hurtle for SVR is another thing... I still get full of butterflys when I think of that.... yikes... that day is not in focus yet.... I'll stick with dreaming of the 48th week... yep, much better.
techno belly dancing?
Sweet! I'll be there.
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