Demon gin
2002-02-07 12:43 p.m.
Oh. My. God.
Simon is in the hospital.
He was a doofus and drank a bunch of gin over the weekend. He now has an exploding gall bladder and some pancreatitis. They don't think it was caused by the alcohol but I'm sure it didn't help. That's why he was so pukerific over the last couple of days. I thought it was just a stupid hang over. He was glad he was done with his degree and was stressed out with his job. God damn self medicating alcohol behavior. So I don't know whether to smack him in the head or hug him. If he is going to have a revolving alcohol problem I'm going to have to kick him out. He hasn't drank in six months and before that he was just a weekend party dude so I don't know what happened. And I'm not very good at this. I'm not an enabler because I call things as I see them and won't cover for him. I'm also not an angel of mercy. To tell you the truth I really don't care what substances people put in themselves until it goes to far, and that going to far is an arbitrary place where I just suddenly loose my patience. I'm not a recovery pro-treatment girl. My whole family is a bunch of borderline alcoholics but we never cross that line. Then again maybe I'm over reacting and he'll be fine. I do have a tendency to be dramatic and over react. (You're shocked aren't you?)
In other news, I just conducted a three hour lecture for the poor new analysts on contract language and how to work up new claims. They were a good group and some even participated. No one fell asleep this time. The first time I had to do this training was the morning of September 11th, so this time was much better by comparison. Sheesh.
I went to see the demonologist last night. I got two big bags of low calorie food and so far it's been tasty and convenient which is what I need for awhile. I said I'd eat their food M-F and do my own healthy thing on the weekend. I enjoy cooking and will still be able to try out new recipes and play with the slow cooker. 20 pounds and I'll be where I was when I was first hired into this veal fattening pen, I mean cubicle.
We're like veeeeaaaaaaal!
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