The day I stopped drinking, my migraine headaches increased in intensity and frequency. Then I began to see dots drifting from the corner of my left eye across the room. Putting my faith in cannabis and Zen, I’d smoke a joint while meditating in the lotus position for ten minutes daily.
Ken, my fiancée, almost spoiled my smooth recovery, declaring, “Deirdre, you’re just a drama queen crying for help.” Perhaps if he hadn’t been lost in a male mid-life crisis—checking out his hair loss or driving a classic corvette whenever possible—I might have taken his words to heart.
Ken, my fiancée, almost spoiled my smooth recovery, declaring, “Deirdre, you’re just a drama queen crying for help.” Perhaps if he hadn’t been lost in a male mid-life crisis—checking out his hair loss or driving a classic corvette whenever possible—I might have taken his words to heart.
