Day 98
The first few days of the 90Â’s were really tough for me. I think June 2011 is a pretty upbeat place right now, and itÂ’s been exciting seeing so many guys hit the HOF. But these few tough days in my early 90Â’s reminded me that my fight is not over. It has gotten a hell of a lot better, but itÂ’s definitely not over. Complacency is my biggest enemy and I need to make sure I donÂ’t succumb to her like I have in the past.
These bad days felt a lot like some of the bad days I had earlier in my quit. I was very irritable, turned everything into an argument, passive aggressive, all that childish crap. I was just impossible to be around. The worst was last Monday, day 91 for me. We were on a drive from Richmond, VA back to New York after a long weekend with my wifeÂ’s family and a quick stop in to see an old grad school friend. The day we drove back, I was hung over and tired. We went to bed after 1am, and I got up with my son when he started to stir just before 6am. On the drive back, my wife did a lot of driving so I could attempt to catch up on sleep, but our son was uncharacteristically difficult. He must have sensed my need for sleep, because he would not stop crying. Then there was all the traffic getting through D.CÂ….
So, crying kid, no sleep, throbbing head, loads of trafficÂ…thatÂ’s a bad day for just about anybody. But for me, it amounted to some pretty killer craves. It seemed like some dormant part of my brain came alive and began demanding the type of chemical release it had grown so accustomed to after so many years. I may be getting better and better at suppressing that dormant part of my brain, but itÂ’s not goneÂ…it probably never will be.
Help came from an unexpected place. A couple hours in, my wife turned to me and said, “This must be pretty tough for you, huh?” It was amazing how much this helped. Sometimes we just need to feel like someone understands our struggles. Despite all the shit I’ve put my wife through in three attempts at quitting, she’s still trying her best to be empathetic. I suddenly felt like she was there to help me get through it - made all the difference in the world.
The day after we got back, she sent an invite to my work calendar for Wednesday night, June 22nd. All the invite said was “Celebrate 100”. I never told her what my HOF date was. Guess she was paying more attention than I thought. Hard to imagine since she’s been on the receiving end of most of my bad moods. I’m a lucky, lucky man.
-KD