Confessions of a pandemic alcoholic.:
Alcohol kills. There is no safe limit. Liked the psychedelic effects but never the taste .It's like a web of a spider-tantalizing but fatal. 1. How did it's affect took me down the road to perdition-- • Bacchus arrived in my life with all its bawdiness and alcoholic miasma during the weekends when the Covid pandemic began and the weekend outings and socialization became a thing of the past . • Saturday evening used to begin with a buoyant mood as the blood level of the spirits used to rise sky high-- as there was no fear of being hauled up for drunken driving --Saturday binging used to extend to the wee hours and end amidst a drunken stupor. • Sunday hangover--forgot what a Sunday morning looks like --it was lost in a haze of severe hangover with a splitting headache , dehydration ,rolling in the bed till lunch, a restless sleep, and sometimes a large tot during lunchtime to beat the hangover, which was leading me to a closet drinking addict . • Monday morning was a psyc...