Giving up drinking has been, somehow, both easier and more difficult than I expected it to be.
By the time my rheumatologist told me last spring that I’d have to cut my alcohol consumption down to next-to-none to accommodate a new medication, only allowing for the occasional drink or two here and there, I already wasn’t drinking very much. I’d never been a daily drinker and had long been taking medication for lupus that requires being mindful of that sort of thing. Plus, COVID had obliterated my social life. How hard could it be to simply keep up what I’d been doing, but just a tad stricter? I think we all know the answer to that.
