—One Friday Night—
Life is so much easier without alcohol in it.
It’s important for you to know that I no longer drink.
Being born with Spina Bifida is hard. Life is hard—mine and yours.
As I’ve said in other posts, I couldn’t have “sex.” My body does not produce the sperm needed to create a child, and my “penis” didn’t grow as I grew.
I just wanted to feel “Normal” even though I knew I wasn’t “Normal.”
I know that there is no such thing as “Normal,” but others do have working Sphincter Muscles. Others can “Make Love” and have Children.
Others don’t wear diapers or have a Pee Bag strapped to their leg. Others don’t have a Colostomy or Urostomy. That, to me, was “Normal.”
So, if I couldn’t be normal, I at least wanted to “Feel” Normal.
So, I did what others were doing at that time. It helped me to get through life.
I’ve lived in many areas in my life. I’ve also lived in more than just one State. So, I won’t say where this happened. I won’t say my actual age. Just know it was legal for me to drink at this time.
The things I did in my past did get me to where I am now. So, I cannot leave it out of my story.
I’m Saved and have rededicated my life to Jesus. I even got Baptised. You need to know that before reading this.
When I began sharing my Journals, or Stories, I was going to tell my life. The good, bad, and ugly—My life Walking through this life with Spina Bifida.
Telling the good is easy. Telling the bad and ugly is more complicated, even if it is a bit funny.
For one thing, I don’t want to make anyone mad. I get my feelings hurt easily. But, if I edit my life to only “Good” times, then I’m not telling the whole story. I can either be honest and tell everything or only tell the “Good,” which is misleading. So, here is a big, bad, ugly story about “One Friday Night.”
—Friday Night—
My friend “Billy” and I had been out drinking at a bar.
I’ll be honest and tell you that we were drunk.
You may have heard the saying, “Beer and Liquor, Never been Sicker.”
We were drinking Beer and Liquor…
At this time in my life, I had a “Suprapubic Catheter.”
Basically, it’s a hole in my stomach with a Foley Catheter going into my Bladder.
I had the Foley Catheter hooked up to TWO Leg Pee Bags.
Normally you use one. Drinking, however, makes you Pee a lot, and Public Restrooms, especially Bar Restrooms, usually are nasty.
So, by having two bags, I could go longer without visiting the Restroom.
—Being born into my family gave me all the DNA needed to think up using two Leg Bags—
Billy had met up with a female inside the bar, and they hit it off.
At that point, I was no longer there with Billy as a friend. No, when your friend meets up with a female at a bar, you become a “Tag Along.” And I “Tagged along.”
The girl had asked Billy to come to her house. He was ecstatic.
We get into Billy’s truck. —He’s driving, and I’m the passenger.
“What am I gonna do? Watch TV?” I ask.
Smartphones were not out yet, and Social Media was going into a Chatroom using Dial-Up Modems. We had the TV.
“Yep. Make yourself at home (At her house), and watch TV, my friend.”
Billy cranks his vehicle and pulls out of the parking spot. Note that we are still in the parking lot.
A police officer is on the other side of the parking lot, watching for people like Billy and me.
Billy drives his vehicle through the parking lot, looking for the exit. The police officer is watching all of this.
Billy suddenly stops in the parking lot right in front of the officer. He then opens his door and pukes. —Right in front of the officer.
He gets out of his truck and pukes some more.
The officer pulls over to our vehicle.
“Crap!” I said, and I began crying out, “Oh, Mama! I’m so sorry, Mama. Can you hear me, Mama? I’m so sorry!”
The officer walks over to Billy, who is now on his knees.
“What are you doing, buddy?”
Billy looks up and says, “Checking my tire pressure, Sir!”
“We’re going to jail,” I say to myself.
“You know you’re wrong. I don’t want to send a young guy to jail. Wait here for a second.”
The officer walks over to my window.
“Can you drive?”
I was terrified and began crying out again, “Oh, Mama! I’m so sorry, Mama! I shouldn’t be here, Mama! I’m so sorry! ♪ Oh, She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes. She’ll be comin’ round the mountain when she comes….♪”
“Okay, Y’all gotta call someone to come and get you. Leave your truck right here overnight. And don’t come back until you sober up. I’ll be here watching…”
And who does ol’ “Bill” call?
He had gotten the girl’s phone number and called her…
She comes and gets us.
The officer checks to make sure she is legal to drive. Fortunately, She hadn’t been drinking and was cleared to drive us.
“I wanna go home,” I said, but she took us to her apartment.
We walk inside.
Another girl lives there as well: her roommate and her three-year-old kid.
I sit on the couch and begin watching TV while they Kiss and hold hands and do “Fuzzy-Wuzzie” things.
I guess I pass out because the next thing I remember is waking up on the couch.
I smell breakfast. I get up.
I walk into the bathroom and empty my Pee Bags. They were about to burst.
Then, I wash my hands and walk into the dining room.
“Have a seat.” She says, “I got Eggs, Bacon and Toast.”
I sit.
The food looks beautiful.
It looks so moist, and steam is rising from the food.
The Bacon looks perfect. The eggs are fluffy and moist looking.
“I’m starving,” I say to her.
Billy comes and sits next to me.
“How’d you sleep?”
“I guess okay. I don’t remember anything.”
“This food looks great! Thank you for cooking it,” Billy tells the girl.
Both girls are in the kitchen facing the other way when the three-year-old kid comes and hops up in his chair.
“What’s up, little buddy?” Billy asks.
The kid tilts his head back and begins to make movements.
Billy and I knew exactly what this kid was about to do—sneeze.
“Face the other way, buddy!”
But it was too late.
The kid sneezed, and his mucus went all over the food.
“Well, I can’t eat that…” I say to Billy.
Unaware of what just happened, the two girls walk to the table and sit.
“Y’all dig in!”
I whisper to Billy,” What’a we do? I’m starving.”
Billy says, “We need to say Grace first, and he Prays over the food.”
I picked up my fork, said a silent prayer myself, and I did eat of the food…
And, It was a horrible experience.
From then on, I always called a cab to come and get me if I had been drinking.
And I’ll say again: Life is much easier without alcohol in it.
