I was doing so absolutely well up until a week ago last Friday and unexpectedly crashed very hard. I had a dinner meeting with my brother whom I have always really enjoying spending time with but rarely get to see anymore. One of our rituals was to drink beers together and have some really good family discussions. I wasn't too nervous about drinking and absolutely not worried about getting drunk.
I was at day 20 AF and feeling great and confident that I could manage the situation because I had been around many dinners with alcohol and it didn't affect me at all. So when he came to my house I had bought a six pack for he and his wife and I bought a six pack of AF beer for myself. We spoke for about 3 hours at my house and I was drinking my AF out of a beer mug so I didn't have to explain anything. Another part of my plan was to have 3 real beers at dinner as a way of being a responsible drinker for a special occassion. Back to AF right after dinner.
The first half of beer scared me somewhat because I could literally feel the alcohol coursing through my veins but I thought it was only because I was hungry. But the second, third and fourth beer went fine over the course of the next 3 hours. I realized that I was really high energy and overly talkative which I then determined was related to AL. So, I decided to get back to my nightly plan which meant getting my butt home and into bed. Not TV no Al no nothing.
The next morning I woke up a little dim witted but was proud of sticking to most of my plan. Two hours latter the most intense urges I have ever experienced kicked in and I paced the floor for two hours fighting them off. I went to town to get a paint brush and also returned with a case of beer. I lost the devil / angel conversation that I was having.
I drank the entire 24 cans and committed to quiting on Sunday because I was hating every drop. I felt horrible on Sunday so I decided to quit on Monday and the story goes on and on. But one thing that was scaring me was that the mental and physical aspects of the AL was much more intense than ever before - bizarre thoughts, strange sensations, and a total dislike of what I was doing. Everyday committing to getting back on this site and quitting and everyday failing.
Well on Thursday I went to my other brothers house because I was bored and drank a 12 pack with him (I think) and decided to walk home. I got half way to my house and suddenly lost all the feelings in my legs and could barely walk. Nothing had ever happened like that to me and I was scared. A lady asked me if I was having a diabetic attack and I told her I was fine. She kept watching me and called the police for help. I made it to my house fell in the driveway and then collapsed in the garage. Four cop cars and eight officers showed at my door and forced their way into my home to find me. My dogs barking, an eight year old scared to death and my girlfriend trying to get them to leave. They finally found me in the garage with a gash on my head and gave me a breathalizer and it was really high. I somehow managed to convince them not to take me to detox or the hospital but they said I needed to leave the home for 24 hours and they would not press charges against me. They put me in the back of a squad car and took me to a friends house.
I can hardly remember any of the details as I just found out yesterday what happened from my girlfriend. After I lost the feeling in my legs everything was a massive blur. I feel like a complete loser!
I can't figure how I went from being so excited and happy about being AF to having AL have such an over the top affect on me. I spent all day yesterday racking my brain as hard as possible on how four beers on a Friday night could trigger 6 days of heavy drinking that ALSO had alcohol affects that were so over the top and extremely intense. It scared me to death and I feel mentally and physically shot as I just am starting Day 2 AF.
I can't get my mind off of how I blew it and how the alcohol had such an enormous effect on me and ruined everything that I worked to hard to accompliish.
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