So here I am, it's 2.45 am Sunday morning. It's been a long time since I logged in and posted but occasionally I still read, thinking that the story might somehow end differently for me.....if only.
This evening started out like every other evening for me in recent memory, with a drink. Being a Saturday it started early with a few beers around 5, followed by most of a bottle of white with dinner and finished off with several glasse of red. Off to bed with me around 1am, not feeling at all drunk, I guess my tolerance has built up considerably over the decades.
Waking an hour or so later asphyxiating on a small amount of liquid in ones windpipe is a very bloody scary. Asleep one minute, on my feet seconds later my lungs screaming for air, WHAT IS HAPPENING???, my head spinning, chest heaving, burning searing pain, eyes wide open....but no oxygen coming.....choking, choking, then finally after what seems like an age breath comes and with it sweet oxygen, giving back the gift of life.
I dont mean to over dramaticise but am writing this as a warning to others and more importantly to myself to read again as a form of acountability as I once again try to face my demons.
Another glass or two sunk, sleep, the deep pass out 'sleep' of an alcoholic and who knows if the sun would rise again for this sad soul. It can and does happen so easily.
Take care
KTAB
This evening started out like every other evening for me in recent memory, with a drink. Being a Saturday it started early with a few beers around 5, followed by most of a bottle of white with dinner and finished off with several glasse of red. Off to bed with me around 1am, not feeling at all drunk, I guess my tolerance has built up considerably over the decades.
Waking an hour or so later asphyxiating on a small amount of liquid in ones windpipe is a very bloody scary. Asleep one minute, on my feet seconds later my lungs screaming for air, WHAT IS HAPPENING???, my head spinning, chest heaving, burning searing pain, eyes wide open....but no oxygen coming.....choking, choking, then finally after what seems like an age breath comes and with it sweet oxygen, giving back the gift of life.
I dont mean to over dramaticise but am writing this as a warning to others and more importantly to myself to read again as a form of acountability as I once again try to face my demons.
Another glass or two sunk, sleep, the deep pass out 'sleep' of an alcoholic and who knows if the sun would rise again for this sad soul. It can and does happen so easily.
Take care
KTAB
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