The almost certain consequences that follow taking even a glass of beer do not crowd into the mind to deter us. If these thoughts occur, they are hazy and readily supplanted with the old threadbare idea that this time we shall handle ourselves like other people. There is a complete failure of the kind of defense that keeps one from putting his hand on a hot stove.
The alcoholic may say to himself in the most casual way, "It won't burn me this time, so here's how!" Or perhaps he doesn't think at all. How often have some of us begun to drink in this nonchalant way, and after the third or fourth, pounded on the bar and said to ourselves, "For God's sake, how did I ever get started again?" Only to have that thought supplanted by "Well, I'll stop with the sixth drink." Or "What's the use anyhow?"
I wasn't getting any harsh cravings, and dinner was prepared, I made myself a healthy smoothie, My husband came home with 16 beers. He found out yesterday that his ex-mother in-law has a brain tumour and a less than 2 yr life expectancy.
I drank slow, but I couldn't stop. My husband drank about 9 beers in a very short period of time. I drank a few more, but really paced my self. I ate dinner.
