The Worst Trips I've Ever Been On

This past weekend, I went with my wife and sister to visit Mom and another sister in Grove City, Pennsylvania. The drive home Sunday was slick and quick. But the trip up from Louisville through heavy rain took about two hours longer than usual. It was the worst trip to PA ever.

No. Wait. That's not true. There were worse. When I was drinking, I needed a slug of vodka the night before and sometimes again the morning of the trip so that I felt okay until I returned home to the bottle. Ugh, those trips were terrible. My wife always drives, so there was no risk of DUI. But sometimes I shook so much in the car and at my mom's that I couldn't keep food on my fork or hold a glass to my mouth. One time I kept throwing up, then dry heaving, through the seven-hour ride and then throughout the night in Grove City.

I couldn't wait to get home. A drink would make me feel better again. Of course, that was only temporary. Why did I think I had to drink? Eventually, I learned I needed God, AA, and Antabuse, along with want-to, before I could get sober for good. Well, sober for this day. Tomorrow I start over.