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Day 1: the end of my Cursed existence.
http://www.campral.com/index_flash.html
Treatment with Campral should be part of a comprehensive management program that includes psychosocial support.
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Sept. 16, 2004: Hurricane Ivan strikes the NW Florida coast with 110 mph winds & 10-15 ft storm surge. 6500+ inhabitants of Escambia & Santa Rosa counties are homeless or living in wreckage.
The first story of our coastal home is gone.
October, 2004: My wife & I turn on each other. The world has turned to sh__, and nothing is going to change it. We have lost a lot- pier, decks, half our house. The city is ruined. Sunken ships poke out of the water. Trees flattened, broken windows, signs down: atomic attack aftermath. Our sanity too becomes victim. We fight constantly: finally she leaves. I stay in the wreckage: no looters shall pass.
November, 2004: One day, FEMA guys come around. Nice folks, doing a job. The calculate our losses at around 80K. They take pictures. We chat. Do I want a trailer? Sure. One day a new RV is there when I get home from work. Enter the FEMA trailer.
December, 2004: Winds howl down the bay, shaking the tin box that is my new home. I have gotten 8 contractors estimates: 80K damages, 27K insurance payout. The scope of the damage to the area is so vast... nobody can do the work for what insurance is paying. Blue Roofs are very popular, these are bright blue tarps put up by FEMA (bless em) and the Army Corps of Engineers. Everybody has one....
March 2005: Waited 6 months for this guy... John is a licensed handyman with good things said abut him. For a fixed hourly (twice what I earn) hell start work on this mess.
Monday, May 23, 2005: John is done. The house is stunning: paint, walls (never take walls for granted- not everybody has them) new masonry foundation (water breaks concrete) everything new. Im calling FEMA today to take the Cursed Trailer: Saturday we move back in.
I said we. My exile is over, so too my wifes. Theres just one thing not moving back into the new home.
My alcoholism. I am an alcoholic, the child of two alcoholic parents. Genetic disposition is there. So too is my will to fight it. During the last few months the 18-pack of beer has been my constant companion. No longer.
You can help, good people of the Cantina. The doctor gave me some stuff called Campral. It lessens the need to drink- but it works better with support.
So post here if you want to be a part of a new beginning. I can use the encouragement. Id like to know other peoples stories about taking on addiction. Addiction of all kind sucks, but in fighting booze I am defintely taking on a giant. The odds arent good and I know it.
The greatest battles take place within.
The next few days are going to be rough. DTs are a possibility. But I am not alone.
So thanks for listening, guys. I have never asked the Cantina for smoke. But tonight, when the moon rises, if you can spare it... some warrior spirit smoke would be appreciated.
Mike
Ad Astra
http://www.campral.com/index_flash.html
Treatment with Campral should be part of a comprehensive management program that includes psychosocial support.
______________
Sept. 16, 2004: Hurricane Ivan strikes the NW Florida coast with 110 mph winds & 10-15 ft storm surge. 6500+ inhabitants of Escambia & Santa Rosa counties are homeless or living in wreckage.
The first story of our coastal home is gone.
October, 2004: My wife & I turn on each other. The world has turned to sh__, and nothing is going to change it. We have lost a lot- pier, decks, half our house. The city is ruined. Sunken ships poke out of the water. Trees flattened, broken windows, signs down: atomic attack aftermath. Our sanity too becomes victim. We fight constantly: finally she leaves. I stay in the wreckage: no looters shall pass.
November, 2004: One day, FEMA guys come around. Nice folks, doing a job. The calculate our losses at around 80K. They take pictures. We chat. Do I want a trailer? Sure. One day a new RV is there when I get home from work. Enter the FEMA trailer.
December, 2004: Winds howl down the bay, shaking the tin box that is my new home. I have gotten 8 contractors estimates: 80K damages, 27K insurance payout. The scope of the damage to the area is so vast... nobody can do the work for what insurance is paying. Blue Roofs are very popular, these are bright blue tarps put up by FEMA (bless em) and the Army Corps of Engineers. Everybody has one....
March 2005: Waited 6 months for this guy... John is a licensed handyman with good things said abut him. For a fixed hourly (twice what I earn) hell start work on this mess.
Monday, May 23, 2005: John is done. The house is stunning: paint, walls (never take walls for granted- not everybody has them) new masonry foundation (water breaks concrete) everything new. Im calling FEMA today to take the Cursed Trailer: Saturday we move back in.
I said we. My exile is over, so too my wifes. Theres just one thing not moving back into the new home.
My alcoholism. I am an alcoholic, the child of two alcoholic parents. Genetic disposition is there. So too is my will to fight it. During the last few months the 18-pack of beer has been my constant companion. No longer.
You can help, good people of the Cantina. The doctor gave me some stuff called Campral. It lessens the need to drink- but it works better with support.
So post here if you want to be a part of a new beginning. I can use the encouragement. Id like to know other peoples stories about taking on addiction. Addiction of all kind sucks, but in fighting booze I am defintely taking on a giant. The odds arent good and I know it.
The greatest battles take place within.
The next few days are going to be rough. DTs are a possibility. But I am not alone.
So thanks for listening, guys. I have never asked the Cantina for smoke. But tonight, when the moon rises, if you can spare it... some warrior spirit smoke would be appreciated.
Mike
Ad Astra