I'm here for, oh, probably the hundredth time. One of these times I'm going to get this licked.
I've been a heavy, heavy drinker. I know I should probably be in a detox/rehab center, but I've tried those many times and they just are NOT for me. So I'm going it alone with a supply of Ativan. I'm only on day 3. The morning's not over but days 1 and 2 met with me hanging over the toilet. Ugh. I'm not feeling horribly awful right now but I do have pretty significant tremors that Ativan does nothing for.
I did make it to the farmers' market yesterday. (Thankfully, I'm only a few blocks from it.) I felt like a stumbling Frankenstein getting there and back, but I needed food. I also couldn't resist getting some veggie starts for the garden plots they just this year put in for us at the apartment complex here. On day 1 of detox, I went out to start loosening the dirt in the plot. Not so smart since it was the heat of the day (and it's be very hot and humid here.) The dirt is also very--and I mean VERY--well packed. I had to stop after each turned shovel of dirt (packed sand and clay, really).
What I'm wanting to know is if anyone has recommendations on the safety of undertaking vigorous exercise--or vigorous gardening--so early in detox. I've read that days 3 and 4 are the worst. Given how many times I've tried to detox, you'd think I'd remember whether this was the case for me, but I don't. I am eager to get to work on the garden, yes, but I'm mostly concerned that if I wait too many more days my plant starts will be dead, and I really don't want to lose them. But I also have no desire to pass out or seizure, which has happened several (or more) times in the past (though not when doing anything close to physical activity).
What a longgggg-winded question. Any advice or experience with such a thing would be greatly appreciated.
PinkSky
P.S. I neglected to mention that one of the other reasons I'm considering getting out to the garden again is because I seem to be going nuts holed up in my apartment. It's only two rooms and I just pace back and forth and back and forth and back and .... (Sadly, my only friend in town is a raging alcoholic himself, so I don't exactly want to give him a call.) I'm just far too antsy to read or do any of my artsy stuff or cook or anything. Just pace. Ugh. I hate it since I am usually a do-er.
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