Me (to Mister): I was remembering years ago when I had surgery, and was in the hospital for 5 or 6 days afterward. I felt vaguely nauseated the whole time- from the pain medicine, I think. Specifically, I was remembering that woozy, spinning-head, not-quite-there feeling from the pain medicine.
Mister: So, what about it?
Me: I had this brief love-hate relationship with the pain medicine then- I loved it because it took away that searing acute pain, but I dreaded each dose because it made me feel like not-myself.
Mister: Oh?
Me: So, looking at it from the vantage point of 60+ days without alcohol, I see a resemblance between the Pain-Medicine-Not-Me feeling and how I feel after drinking alcohol. I wonder why I never noticed that before?
Mister: What do you mean?
Me: Drinking alcohol is that same sort of feeling: Each glass put me further and further from being my real self, and more and more into that dizzying, not-quite-real, separated feeling.
Mister: Really?
Me: Yeah. And I really don't like that feeling. I wonder why I never noticed that before about alcohol?
Mister: Because you were in pain, and alcohol brought you pain relief.
Me: Oh. Yeah.
Mister: So, what about it?
Me: I had this brief love-hate relationship with the pain medicine then- I loved it because it took away that searing acute pain, but I dreaded each dose because it made me feel like not-myself.
Mister: Oh?
Me: So, looking at it from the vantage point of 60+ days without alcohol, I see a resemblance between the Pain-Medicine-Not-Me feeling and how I feel after drinking alcohol. I wonder why I never noticed that before?
Mister: What do you mean?
Me: Drinking alcohol is that same sort of feeling: Each glass put me further and further from being my real self, and more and more into that dizzying, not-quite-real, separated feeling.
Mister: Really?
Me: Yeah. And I really don't like that feeling. I wonder why I never noticed that before about alcohol?
Mister: Because you were in pain, and alcohol brought you pain relief.
Me: Oh. Yeah.
