Meetings in the bank

During a difficult hospital stay, an old-timer's alcoholism comes calling

In July 2008, I went into the hospital for hip replacement surgery. At the time, I had been sober over 12 years, so I knew to do all the things I was supposed to do, such as share my addiction history with my surgeon and my fears and anxieties with my home group. I talked at length with other people who had gone through similar procedures.

But as someone I admire once said, "We always worry about the wrong things." My worries about pain medication never materialized. Twenty-four hours after surgery, I was off epidural pain meds and onto oral medication. I weaned off the pills... Login to read more
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