I deleted my last post because I didn’t want the world to read it when I run for President.
Not a good direction for my life to be going.
Not a good direction for my life to be going.
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Are you able to change course? Is your ship facing a different direction since the weekend?Not a good direction for my life to be going.
And yes, it is not about addiction. I would be called an "alcoholic" but that is not me. It is an autistic response and now that I realize (just self diagnosed) I can just let go of the pain and have nothing to cover up.
Oh honey (insert broken heart here)So…. I wound up in the Emergency Room. Blood alcohol .24% at 9am. Hadn’t slept more than 30 minutes per night in weeks. Hadn’t eaten more than 5 saltine crackers per day in about a week. Vomiting and explosive diarrhea for 4 days.
They took blood and said everything was fine, except that my liver was “barely hanging on”.
That was 16 days ago and I haven’t had a drop since that trip to the ER. They gave me a prescription to help with the shakes for the first 5 days. Don’t know if it helped because I never stopped shaking. Maybe it would have been a lot worse without the pills.
My urine changed back from orange (seriously, orange Gatorade) to normal yellow about 5 days after the ER. I did some research and orange pee is a common sign of serious liver damage. Hopefully it means I’m on the mend.
Everyone who has a real problem eventually hits rock bottom. Hopefully, sitting in an Emergency Room with something called a “banana bag” dripping fluids and electrolytes into my i.v. at 10am is mine.
I have no desire or cravings for alcohol any more. I’m on disability, leading into retirement. The stress of keeping my job that seems to want me dead is gone.
I’ll figure it all out. I have nothing but time now.
Sorry it had to come to that point. I too stopped cold turkey a little over a month ago with no desire to relapse. Jobs aren’t worth the constant physical misery and deterioration in health. I’ve now got 10x the anxiety but I remember that anxiety as a kid as well, before alcohol, and I’m committed to not to run away from myself any longer.So…. I wound up in the Emergency Room. Blood alcohol .24% at 9am. Hadn’t slept more than 30 minutes per night in weeks. Hadn’t eaten more than 5 saltine crackers per day in about a week. Vomiting and explosive diarrhea for 4 days.
They took blood and said everything was fine, except that my liver was “barely hanging on”.
That was 16 days ago and I haven’t had a drop since that trip to the ER. They gave me a prescription to help with the shakes for the first 5 days. Don’t know if it helped because I never stopped shaking. Maybe it would have been a lot worse without the pills.
My urine changed back from orange (seriously, orange Gatorade) to normal yellow about 5 days after the ER. I did some research and orange pee is a common sign of serious liver damage. Hopefully it means I’m on the mend.
Everyone who has a real problem eventually hits rock bottom. Hopefully, sitting in an Emergency Room with something called a “banana bag” dripping fluids and electrolytes into my i.v. at 10am is mine.
I have no desire or cravings for alcohol any more. I’m on disability, leading into retirement. The stress of keeping my job that seems to want me dead is gone.
I’ll figure it all out. I have nothing but time now.
I hope, in the past I’ve made it clear that I am compassionate to your struggle, but compassion is not always the thing we need.So…. I wound up in the Emergency Room. Blood alcohol .24% at 9am. Hadn’t slept more than 30 minutes per night in weeks. Hadn’t eaten more than 5 saltine crackers per day in about a week. Vomiting and explosive diarrhea for 4 days.
They took blood and said everything was fine, except that my liver was “barely hanging on”.
That was 16 days ago and I haven’t had a drop since that trip to the ER. They gave me a prescription to help with the shakes for the first 5 days. Don’t know if it helped because I never stopped shaking. Maybe it would have been a lot worse without the pills.
My urine changed back from orange (seriously, orange Gatorade) to normal yellow about 5 days after the ER. I did some research and orange pee is a common sign of serious liver damage. Hopefully it means I’m on the mend.
Everyone who has a real problem eventually hits rock bottom. Hopefully, sitting in an Emergency Room with something called a “banana bag” dripping fluids and electrolytes into my i.v. at 10am is mine.
I have no desire or cravings for alcohol any more. I’m on disability, leading into retirement. The stress of keeping my job that seems to want me dead is gone.
I’ll figure it all out. I have nothing but time now.
I’m on disability now, and I’ll be retiring at the end of this disability. Now stress from a crappy job = no more desire for drugs or alcohol m. 17 days sober today. No cravings.I hope, in the past I’ve made it clear that I am compassionate to your struggle, but compassion is not always the thing we need.
Folks like us who struggle with alcohol are not guaranteed second chances like the one you have before you. I am hoping with everything I got that this is your time for the big changes that need to happen and you are able to envision a new life for yourself that does not involve dying early. You are a family man and your family needs you. It’s time for sobriety, friend.
Sounds like it's a real opportunity for big changes. Even if they are forced by your circumstances, they can still save your life. Wishing you fortitude in turning 17 days into 18 days and beyond.I’m on disability now, and I’ll be retiring at the end of this disability. Now stress from a crappy job = no more desire for drugs or alcohol m. 17 days sober today. No cravings.
I have a huge mountain to climb. I’m 50 and I have worked there since l was 17. Retirement will be difficult, and I’ll probably need to get a job. I haven’t been on a job interview in 33 years.
We’ll see how it goes….
I appreciate the encouragement, but changes of any kind are painfully difficult for me. Even when the most benign of routines in my life get disrupted (such as getting off work early), it wipes me out for the remainder of the day….. unless there’s alcohol.Sounds like it's a real opportunity for big changes.
We don't make the changes because they are comfortable or easy. We make the changes because otherwise, we will die.changes of any kind are painfully difficult for me.