Yesterday was my 365th day without a drink. No meetings. No support groups. And no drinks.
Coincidentally, yesterday the tooth that has been bothering me was finally diagnosed, and with very little warning wrenched from my head in a permanent manner.
I mention it because I was told that really, I didn't need it. I could replace it, if I like, but most people who lose that one just adapt and learn to live without it. It's going to be very uncomfortable at first, and it may cost me some sleep and a bit of stress, but in the end I will be fine.
Can't help but think that these two things are related.