During my last hypo episode, before they upped the quetiapine, I remember writing two ex-girlfriends nice little messages about my current goings on and wishing them well and such. Probably not a great idea, but probably not the end of the world either. Unfortunately, what I don't remember and found out later is that these 'messages' were more like 1000+ word essays detailing my all of the ordeals of the past two years, including how much I was actually drinking while I was with them, rehab, the ensuing sobriety (and still continuing, thank my lucky stars (actually, screw that, thank my hard work and dedication)) and outing myself as a crazy person, in those words as I recall (it might have been board certified crazy person). Well, one of them was my first true heartbreak, so of course, she got a follow up 500+ word addendum. Neither responded.

I think I've gotten myself into more trouble and embarrassed myself more on the internet in my couple short hypo episodes than in all my years of drinking. But after reading some of the horror stories around here, I do feel thankful that this is in about the 80th percentile of dumb **** I've done. It can always be worse, usually much worse.