'Lo all!
Sincere thanks for the comments and good wishes you've emailed. Right back at 'cha.
S G
03 February 2008
Lost December?
I last posted just as my thrice-yearly busy season (three weeks) commenced. I followed the completion of my busy season with a four week drunk.
I wasn't drunk all of the time, but very nearly. Part of that was the annual holiday hedonism--"Wahey! It's Christmas!" But most of it, to be honest, was that I didn't have to go to the office. So overindulging, if not justified, was acceptable. right? Bollox. I didn't get a lick of at-home work done over the course of those four weeks. A symptom: I've undermined something I've worked terribly hard for over the past four years. It's all going down the drain.
I've written in the past about my tendency to overdrink. I've been a heavy drinker since I turned 21. I never drank regularly in my 20s, but when I did drink, it was until I couldn't see straight. I functioned well enough (excellent student and employee). Easily qualified as youthful excess. Later, I moved to another country, one where more-than-moderate drinking was perfectly acceptable. Big mistake. I continued to drink heavily--but more often. At the time, I still functioned well enough. In fact, I seemed to thrive..
I 've built up quite a tolerance. Beginning about six years ago (and excepting the occasional day or weekend), I've been either "tiddly" or drunk every night of the week. For the past four years, I might have the rare evening of two cocktails (for example, two double vodka martinis), but it's mostly been either four-to-six dark ales or a bottle (most recently 1 3/4 bottles) of red wine a night. I"m talking every night, including worknights. Sometimes (albeit rarely), the beer or wine wasn't enough (e.g., I ran out of beer or wine), and I'd supplement with a spirit. It's a wonder I haven't died in my sleep a la John Bonham.
I've been lucky in that I've never blacked out, never had a medical emergency (God knows how I've escaped that). Neither have I ever woken up in the morning (or afternoon) and reached for an eye-opener. It's not that I had "rules" about drinking, I just happened to drink in the evenings after I'd completed my day's business. But I would put a hell of a lot of liquor away in an evening.
I have put myself in numerous risky, seriously dangerous situations; I'm too ashamed and frightened to think about the "what ifs." I also have alienated a few people because of my behavior when drunk. But I've mostly been able to mask my problem drinking (at least, I think so).
I don't know if I've hit "rock bottom" (whatever that is), but I'm sick and tired of waking up with a hangover--no matter what degree of hangover it is. I am terrified of losing my faculties. And, as mentioned above, I'm undermining something I've worked toward for the past four years.
Two weeks ago I just burst out and told my therapist about my average alcohol intake. She put me onto a doctor immediately. He arranged a schedule for tapering off, and he prescribed a low dosage anti-anxiety medication. My last drink: one beer on Thursday, 31 January. I think the meds have helped because outside of bouts of crying and/or irritability I seem to have done okay. But I'm afraid of what might happen in the upcoming days--seizures? DTs? Bats with babies faces? etc. Also, sneaky little thoughts are beginning to surface--justifications as to how and why I'm not an alcoholic. But I know I am.
So here's a new adventure. Sober Girl.
I wasn't drunk all of the time, but very nearly. Part of that was the annual holiday hedonism--"Wahey! It's Christmas!" But most of it, to be honest, was that I didn't have to go to the office. So overindulging, if not justified, was acceptable. right? Bollox. I didn't get a lick of at-home work done over the course of those four weeks. A symptom: I've undermined something I've worked terribly hard for over the past four years. It's all going down the drain.
I've written in the past about my tendency to overdrink. I've been a heavy drinker since I turned 21. I never drank regularly in my 20s, but when I did drink, it was until I couldn't see straight. I functioned well enough (excellent student and employee). Easily qualified as youthful excess. Later, I moved to another country, one where more-than-moderate drinking was perfectly acceptable. Big mistake. I continued to drink heavily--but more often. At the time, I still functioned well enough. In fact, I seemed to thrive..
I 've built up quite a tolerance. Beginning about six years ago (and excepting the occasional day or weekend), I've been either "tiddly" or drunk every night of the week. For the past four years, I might have the rare evening of two cocktails (for example, two double vodka martinis), but it's mostly been either four-to-six dark ales or a bottle (most recently 1 3/4 bottles) of red wine a night. I"m talking every night, including worknights. Sometimes (albeit rarely), the beer or wine wasn't enough (e.g., I ran out of beer or wine), and I'd supplement with a spirit. It's a wonder I haven't died in my sleep a la John Bonham.
I've been lucky in that I've never blacked out, never had a medical emergency (God knows how I've escaped that). Neither have I ever woken up in the morning (or afternoon) and reached for an eye-opener. It's not that I had "rules" about drinking, I just happened to drink in the evenings after I'd completed my day's business. But I would put a hell of a lot of liquor away in an evening.
I have put myself in numerous risky, seriously dangerous situations; I'm too ashamed and frightened to think about the "what ifs." I also have alienated a few people because of my behavior when drunk. But I've mostly been able to mask my problem drinking (at least, I think so).
I don't know if I've hit "rock bottom" (whatever that is), but I'm sick and tired of waking up with a hangover--no matter what degree of hangover it is. I am terrified of losing my faculties. And, as mentioned above, I'm undermining something I've worked toward for the past four years.
Two weeks ago I just burst out and told my therapist about my average alcohol intake. She put me onto a doctor immediately. He arranged a schedule for tapering off, and he prescribed a low dosage anti-anxiety medication. My last drink: one beer on Thursday, 31 January. I think the meds have helped because outside of bouts of crying and/or irritability I seem to have done okay. But I'm afraid of what might happen in the upcoming days--seizures? DTs? Bats with babies faces? etc. Also, sneaky little thoughts are beginning to surface--justifications as to how and why I'm not an alcoholic. But I know I am.
So here's a new adventure. Sober Girl.
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