So I had my bloods done again. Pretty much just after the 2 month mark (I'll update accordingly when I have the actual figures and do a comparison with the original numbers). My psych has gone on holidays so I had to ring my GP to get the numbers.
Basically my liver is still hurting. Not as much but its still hurting. So it's on the road to recovery. My blood cells are looking normal again, apparently they had acquired a bit of a funny shape (not really sure what that was about - but apparently due to heavy drinking blood cells end up looking a bit distended). And I managed to double my vitamin d numbers... they were sitting on 50 and they are now on 100. My GPs advice was to basically stop the supplement and just spend more time in the sun. Although I guess if anything it's a good indication for next winter that my vitamin d levels are likely to drop.
I'm still off the antabuse. It was amusing. I told my psych that I had finished my antabuse and the first thing he did was write me out a new prescription for it. It's apparently standard practice as it does provide a fail-safe if you're tempted to relapse. When I saw my psych last Thursday - I was doing brilliantly. I actually wasn't having any cravings - nada, none, zip. Fast-forward a week to today and I am seriously considering getting the prescription filled. Yesterday and today have been tough - I don't really know why. I think if my stress levels go up - then my desire to drink also increases. I need to find another stress release really. Exercise has been helping which has been beneficial for both myself and Alfie. Rather than taking a walk around Albert Park Lake - I have been taking my little mutt for a walk. So there's that - my GP suggesting getting into a craft. I am using baking as my new addiction/stress mechanism and she quite honestly told me to stop it before I start putting on weight.
I'm out of the transitions program.
They cancelled it as there wasn't enough people.
I'm completely heartbroken of course.
As my psych said one of the takeaways is that it does actually show how relatively non-crazy I am. There was just so much that I couldn't and can't relate to - like people naming the voices in their head.
Although here was something weird. I got a phonecall yesterday from the clinic suggesting that I do an assessment for their life skills group. I asked the guy what the program was about - he didn't really know. But he suggested that I come in - spend $110 for an assessment and they could tell me more at the assessment what the program was about. What? I said no. You don't know what you're talking about - I'm not going to spend the money.