Drunk-dialed

I woke up with a headache today.  I think it was partly the weather front and partly the Big Cups from yesterday. 

I got up, took my shower and did my God Time.  I watched a little TV and tried to go back to bed, I didn't sleep for a while.  I got a pretty good nap when I did fall asleep but I did have to wake up and take some more aspirin. 

I finally got up for good around 3 PM, my head still throbbing.  I ate some leftovers and took my medication, which helped. 

Ron got up and began drinking.  He tries to be "cute" when he's doing it, to prove it's "Harmless and fun".  He called the bank and verified some of our medical bills and cleared, then hung up. 

He started telling me about an old schoolmate.  "Jim" was also blind, and a friend of Ron's.  Ron heard that Jim later went deaf, too. 

The next thing I know, Ron is on the phone to his boss, asking the guy to find this old schoolmate (how?) and tell him Ron wanted to buy (an expensive computer system he undoubtably already has).  I was horrified, and tried to get Ron to hang up, but he wouldn't.  He, in fact, re-recorded the message. 

I am used to Ron drunk-dialing the few friends who will still take his calls (most of them send him to voicemail), but his boss?  He knew Ron had a problem a couple years ago, but I think he assumed Ron got over it. 

This phone call is going to tell a very different story.  I'm embarrassed, and scared.  Work was going pretty well, but the guy is probably going to either 1.  Ignore it or 2.  Come out and do an inspection.

My Dad always says Ron will have to hit "rock bottom" before he admits he has a problem, and confronts it.  Maybe "Problems at work" are a part of that.

Maybe not.  Right now, work is the only thing holding Ron together. 

The cats are doing well on their new diet.  Ron is being good about reducing their treats.  He woke me up in the middle of the night to "keep [Torbie] from stealing Baby Girl's treats"  He was pretty obviously drunk so I helped. 

Torbie cuddled with me during my God Time and Biscuit let me give him a hug.  Baby Girl pretty much ignores me so I returned the favor.  She is Daddy's girl.  Happily she is still think enough that Ron can give her a generous portion of treats now and then. 

I think I'm going to go to bed early.  I'm still a little dizzy.