If I can drink one or two and not get that tipsy feeling and if I can leave it alone the next day I can get by with it. But usually that isn't the case for me. Therefore, I don't drink. If/ when I start feeling drunk it's like flipping a switch and drinking more becomes too easy as a cop out for me. Then I start looking for the real McCoy in buzzes. I can't take that chance anymore after what happened to me in October. right now I don't want any alcohol at all; I want to return to who I was before I started using. (Then I would only take asprin when needed and I even tried natural childbirth.) The entire concept of drinking makes me feel sad. It's like a feeling of loss.