I had gone to AA many years ago and it was called rehabilitation. I was successful and never went out and drank again. Now I was put back into rehabilitation. This time to monitor my recovery and physical condition after my heart attack. This was just as serious and life threatening as my bottoming out all those years ago. I assumed I’d have to stand up each time and say what I was in for. Hi, my name is Doris and I’m a heart attack. Instead of telling them how long I had been clean I would say, “Now I get to take 14 drugs a day.”
Every time I went into the rehab center they checked me for body mass, waste size, blood pressure, cholesterol, glucose and who know what else. I hate needles and giving blood. I feel they should be paying me $20 for all that blood instead of charging me $200.
Apparently some form of this monitoring would go on for the rest of my life. Nothing would be the same. In a way I was glad. There are events that are like start overs. A new beginning. A reincarnation of sorts. I like that idea. The past is gone and a new journey begins. AA was kind of like that. Now this would be too.
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