When I was in active alcoholism, the drunk dial was the bane of my life. I would wake up in the early hours of the morning feeling like I’d licked a carpet and having to reach for my phone immediately. My first thought was always about how terrified I was that I had texted a guy or emailed my boss. It was a humiliating and scary time.
But these days I am free of that and I’m really keen to help others who are struggling with the same issues that I did. It is a big part of the reason why I started this blog and I hope that it will also motivate me to stay on the straight and narrow. It’s a serious illness and it needs to be treated like one.
However, the drunk dial does have some comedy value and I think that everybody needs some fun in their lives so this is my take on a subject that used to bring me out in cold sweats.
I didn’t mean to grab the phone,
I heard the sound of that ominous tone,
But I won’t recall this when I wake,
I’ll forget the mess that I can make,
After one too many pints of beer,
When life’s all rosy and full of cheer.
I won’t remember that awful text,
Or the old flame that I rang next.
I’ll see it there upon the screen,
The words I wrote that were so mean.
The dawn will bring an awful pain,
And towards myself I’ll feel disdain.
I’ll wish that I could take it back,
And I know that I will get some flack,
For what I said when I’d had some wine,
and thought that texting would be fine.