Eating glass

I am sitting with my shih tzus, Merry, Pippin and Princess Leia. The Christmas trees are decorated, yes we have two, one pink and one green. Both decorated in pink and gold. 

Pippin had a bad week last week. He ate a glass Christmas light. A small one, but it caused blood to come out of his butt. The blood was bright red, like in The Shining. I was terrified the glass would cut his stomach or intestine while coming out. So after taking him to emergency, I fretted and then figured out to give him bread. 

The bread helps pass the glass you see. It catches it. It took four or five days, but Pippin is now blood free, and very happy. 

He is now part of the baby cakes club. Before, Merry and Princess Leia hogged my affections, but through this ordeal, Pippin and I bonded and he's very lovable with me now and fights his siblings to sit on my lap. Only baby cakes get to sit on the lap, and now, they're all part of the club. 

Back when I was drinking, it was kind of like eating glass. I didn't realize how harmful it was to my body, to my soul and to my mind. It cut up my relationships too. Into pieces. There was sober Juanita. Drunk Juanita and hungover Juanita. I was always trying to figure out who I was that day.

But now at least, I know who I am. I am just the sober one. There's still a lot of levity. I laugh often and see things clearly. No more eating glass for me. It's too painful. It's not worth it. And for me, being sober is life saving. I feel like the real me again, the me who believes in possibilities. 

Now, as long as I'm not eating glass, anything is possible. I'll stick to bread, well actually, toast with butter.