It's six months, plus a couple of weeks, since I last touched a drop of alcohol. That must be the longest time I've spent on the wagon since I had my first-ever drink. Nothing deliberate about it, but when I came out of Broomfield's Stroke Unit I just lost all desire and interest in any form of alcohol and they haven't come back. I can't explain it. Maybe that brain MRI rewired some of my circuits...
The problem now, of course, is that if I do start again it may bounce too far the other way. Still, my liver must be grateful for the break.
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