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Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my last alcoholic beverage.

It will be a deferred celebration. I live in a nursing home, a hospice facility, more precisely. My husband wished me a "Happy Birthday" and gave me a fancy enameled coin depicting the Roman numeral for twenty, "XX". It's a beauty! Black, navy, red, and shiny gold. My girlfriend and sobriety sister, Arlene, sent me an email Birthday wish.

I may have additional Birthday wishes on FaceBook, but I dare not check, lest it interfere with my AAC device**. Tough break, the most popular social media site on the internet, and Tobii cannot be bothered to make them compatible. Argh!!! Add that to Tina's bitch list on technology available to ALS patients. And add that to my personal resentment list.

Yes, just because one accumulates 7,300 days in a row of not drinking alcoholic beverages and works the program of Alcoholics Anonymous, one is not immune to resentments. We just know what to do about them.

My friends are showing up en masse on the weekend to bring me a party and a meeting!

Grateful to be sober, even if it happens to be my last. It was worth the ride...sober

**AAC device is a gaze-enabled communication device used by paralyzed, non-speaking persons due to disease or birth defect.
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