Ok. So. I've been posting on these boards for a (little) while. probably since the start of 2011. lurked for probably 4-5 months before that. the first posts were the typical "I can't do this anymore," "I'm so scared, what's going to happen," "am I going to tear all my clothing off and expound on the virtues of the jalapeno popper in the middle of a board meeting because I ran out of bac," etc. etc.
I finally ordered bac online and took my first dose on April 26, 2011. It was a rocky road. My worst side effects were extreme fatigue and idiocy. I was pretty good about maintaining the same (steadily increasing) dose level every few days/week that first month (I was following what I understood to be the most recent Dr. L protocol at the time - 7 days at a dose then up 20mg), but not very good at taking it at regular times (which I understand now is very helpful in decreasing side effects).
Unfortunately, my life also began undergoing a major change around that time, necessitating I travel a whole heck of a lot more than I did before. It is very hard to stick to a regimented drug schedule when traveling incessantly, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you guys that. I also had to put myself out into the public eye a LOT more, and you know, being an idiot really just doesn't grease the social wheels, so to speak. I ordered the Piracetam, and you know, who knows if it works.
Round about Memorial Day (i.e., 1 month in) I fell off the bac of the wagon, if you get my drift. Had some anxiety, probably early withdrawals, etc. Anyway, I rededicated myself and kept on keepin on, and I will have to say that right around the end of June (Month #2, 140 mg/day) I was starting to feel something. It was so subtle, unless you're an alkie you'd never notice. For example, one night I ran out of wine and it was raining. And I decided that it was way too much of a pain in the a** to go out in the rain (walk a block, mind you) to get myself another bottle. Crazy talk, right? Me who has taken a taxi-cab sixteen miles into the next county because the liquor stores are open later there. And you know, the night after, I kind of forgot about the lack of wine in the house, got sidetracked with something else....
unprecedented.
But, I just couldn't stay in that place. For work reasons, personal reasons, etc. I had to come down off the 140mg. I stayed at 100mg for an entire month with literally no side effects whatsoever, meaning to titrate up again when summer came and stuff calmed down.
shit's hit the fan, though, and I won't go into it here other than to say I gave notice today and am moving to Manhattan. Suffice to say that I have completely stopped taking bac on any regular basis. One day I take 100 mg, one day I take 30, the next day I take none, and I see no difference. AND, I feel all right about my drinking now. Mind you, I reconize that drinking a bottle of wine per night is problematic, and that I still do from time to time. But it's really weird. I just don't feel all that bad about it anymore. I've had liver tests - they're fine - kidney tests - fine. Haven't showed up to work late in ages, haven't felt sick or wanted to puke in the shower since before April.
It's almost like, in my head, I'm free of the wine. it's just my body that wants it. I've NEVER, EVER wanted to be sober. I hope that doens't make me some kind of MWO outcast.
Anyway, just kvetching.
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