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First of all, thanks for all who have checked on me. I have had a two days or so with the doctor and two meetings and -- gasp -- starting to function and take care of my family again. Tonight is exactly one week since my first post in this forum, and you guys have motivated me and given me the courage to stop drinking, admit my problems to my husband, go to the doctor and attend two meetings. My last drink was Monday morning, March 19 at 9:35 a.m. I threw it up in the kitchen sink. I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since. I am nowhere near in the clear, but I have started what is hopefully a long, sober journey to a better life.
The Doctor: I told my family physician everything. When I saw him on Tuesday, it had been a mere 30 hours since my last drink. He was anything but condemning. He upped my blood pressure meds (I've been hypertensive for years -- gee, think drinking had anything to do with that?), did a physical exam ("Liver still soft and pliable...."), tons of bloodwork, and thanked me copiously for telling him about my problem. He assured me he'd work with me to get it taken care of, and told me to get to AA pronto.
When the labs came back, my electrolytes were all whacky -- potassium and sodium low, etc. (Not eating and throwing up does that to a person I guess) Now for the unbelievably good news: my liver function tests were only "slightly elevated." WHAAAAAAT??? Levels he assured me will come quickly back to normal in 4 to 6 weeks of complete abstinence and improved diet. I feel so blessed. I was sure my liver was about to fall into the street and shatter, and I told him so. He attributes my good fortune to my otherwise healthy lifestyle when I'm not abusing alcohol. (When I'm sober, I'm one of the "healthiest lifestyle" people you'll ever meet -- ridiculously good diet, exercise 5 days a week -- which is one of the ironies of this whole thing).
The Meetings: I went to two meetings. The first was in a church with an older congregation, and no surprise, the meeting attendees were all over 55. They didn't make me feel weird, though. Everyone was nice and offered me coffee and what not. I felt like everyone's daughter. Or granddaughter. They had a speaker on Higher Powers and Steps related to that concept, so there was no real discussion. (This seems to be a speaker kinda group, as they were talking about who the next speaker was going to be). Some folks were sitting at tables and some were in chairs against the wall, about 25 people in all. I was horrified to be the youngest person at first, but no one was horrified but me, evidently. Probably a good meeting to be my first.
The second meeting was downtown and a lot tougher for me. Mostly men, and from the snippets of conversation I heard, many were there through court order (no judgment there -- could easily have been me). I hung in the back row and listened to the speaker (I did not consciously seek out meetings with speakers, it just turned out that way). The message was about admitting that we are powerless against alcohol and that if we do not turn to our higher power and attend meetings, WE WILL DIE. That's when it got a litte fire-and-brimstone. The guy was almost (but not quite) shouting things like "THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW. ACCEPT IT." Woah. I'm having enough trouble with one day of sobriety at a time, dude. "This is your life" is a concept that sent me running into the street with the shakes.
So, I know I need to hear that message, but that was not the group for me. I will keep trying. I promise. I'm going back to the Grandma and Grandpa group tomorrow (fits my schedule) and go from there. I can find many meetings in my area, it's just doing it at a time that my son is in daycare or my husband can care for him. I'm going to try two different groups on Saturday and Sunday.
Well, there it is. I am still having my problems, of course. the withdrawl symptoms are easing, I have been able to drive and cook and go to the grocery store and function a bit(faking normality), but I am far, far from "okay." My brain is still reeling at what I have done (guilt, horror, self-hatred), my body is going to take a long time to heal and tells me "fuck you" in many ways. I am working on reading "Twelve steps and Twelve Traditions" right now and have ordered the Big Book online.
I have not cried yet. Not since my last drink. That is coming, I felt it today, and it will probably all come out at my first meeting where someone is "nice" to me and/or when I tell my story.
Again, thank all of you for your time, your compassion, and your giving. I am here because of your support.
MBD
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