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    there’s this story about a little boy who's parents told him to wear heavy black shades through which he could see nothing, only a faint glimmering of the sun on days when it was very strong. they told him "you are blind and you can never take off those glasses or it'll be horrible for you and you'll also scare all the people around you".

    at first the boy felt sad about this, being blind, and separated from all the seeing people. but he praised himself for having such caring parents, that protected him and the people around him from this horror, and he finally settled into his life as a blind boy, as well as he could.
    when he was a little older, he met a girl from the same village and they became friends. they took walks together through the fields surrounding the village.
    she was curious about this blindness of his.
    if he'd always worn these glasses, how could he know for sure that he was in fact blind? she aked him that, and he cried out, "this is what i am! there's no escaping it, and i KNOW if i ever take off the glasses it'll be horrible for me, and also the people around me!".

    the girl kept mentioning it now and then, not in a stringent way, but very sweet and concerned about the boys feelings.
    she said "i can't imagine how it could be horrible for me when you take off your glasses.. what could be so horrible about that? there are no snakes emerging from your eyes or anything, are there?" no, there weren't. at night in bed the boy always put off his glasses, 'cause it was safe in his bedroom. his parents had shut out all light coming into that room and of course removed all light switches and so on, to prevent him from having a horrible experience. no snakes or anything else had ever emerged from his eyes.

    finally she asked him, gently but firmly, why don't you try it now? if anything horrible happens, you can immediately put the shades back on, and you'll know and we'll be fine.

    so he did. it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining wildly over the fields.
    he took off his glasses and looked up into the sun, and was blinded by the light (of course not really blinded, just blinded as any seeing person would be when they look into the sun, especially after years and years of waring these impermeable shades)

    i cried out "you see!!! I AM BLIND!!!!" and immediately put back on the glasses, ran home to his parents, told them everything. they forbade him to ever see this bad girl again. they would protect him forever.

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      just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

      THAT is a great story/fable.
      We are all attached to our blindness aren't we? Especially the ones we learn early. But whatever, right? I keep willing myself to take off my glasses (and wishing that others would do it too!) but as soon as I do, I freak out and pop them right back on. Just before I see the beauty of the day(s). But I get a glimpse, I know it's there, and I don't have anyone but myself (now) to tell me to keep them on. The voices in my head that I learned a long time ago have got to go. And they are! Especially since a lot of them started (and ended) with the booze.

      Brings two other things to mind. One is a study I read recently (I have no idea where) about people whose eyesight was restored. Some of them freaked out, of course. Some even wanted to be blind again and became reclusive. (In some cases it was because they realized how they looked and felt ashamed! That makes me so, so, so sad.) Some, though, embraced it. They took small steps, followed by a few leaps, and then small steps again. They (generally) had a support system to help them with the transition. They had good advice or counseling. Those people gloried in their sight. And that is an absolutely true story.

      The other thing it brings to mind is from something else I read recently (somewhere?) about a world in which the people couldn't look at their sun, and it became their god. (I'm not getting this exactly right, and missing some details.) But then I realized that...duh...I can't look at the sun. I take it on faith that what it is, what it looks like, is based on what other people tell me. That was a weird acceptance for me, because I take very little on faith and certainly don't trust other people to interpret stuff for me. Except Einstein. I have a bit of a crush at the moment on Einstein and think if he had written somewhere that the sky was green I would believe.

      By the way, I read a lot. And my husband teases me (and to others behind my back) that I don't actually read. I just flip pages and read the back cover. That's why I can never remember the details.

      How's it going? Bet you didn't think someone would come along and riff along on that particular tangent, did you? I read about the beers in the fridge and my heart got light and sunny. Made me remember when I started measuring, and then actually weighing, the leftover wine in the bottles. (I kept forgetting*** where I left my glass--and then wouldn't remember that I had an open bottle already, so would open a new one and not drink that. But I wanted measurable proof of just how little I was drinking. I can't remember now why a measuring cup wasn't good enough and I resorted to the scale. :H)

      Rock on sister-of-the-sauce. In a minute or two (or so it will seem in a year or so) you will find that you simply don't want to drink and couldn't imagine a time when it ruled your life. It's fucking amazing. (Sorry for the expletive other people! But there really isn't a better description. :H)

      xo

      ***I can definitely lay the blame for that kind of forgetfulness squarely on HDB, but the recent forgetfulness? Just age. And doing too damn much. :boohoo:

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        just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

        I read this quote this morning:

        the greatest enemy to freedom is not the tyrant, but the contented slave
        ~Kitty Marion

        (She was a suffragette.)
        Amen, sister.

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          just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

          I love this place! Even if I wasn't an alcoholic.. There isn't another place in the world can I find so many people I can relate to and words of wisdom that hang with me for days. Of course, it's not 100%,.. but pretty damn close!

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            just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

            that's so nice to hear Sober. it is, isn't it!

            great reply Ne, thanks!
            it also made me think of Plato's allegory of the cave (Allegory of the Cave - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)
            (i like to read a lot too)

            well, i guess yesterday my glasses just fell off, at least the booze part of them....

            i wrote the following post yesterday, but took it off a little later, 'cause i didn't feel comfortable having it out there yet. it was kind of confusing.... (sorry if i'm being rather lengthy about it):

            --------------------------------------------------

            strange days over here....

            this saturday i got into an emotional discussion with a man i work with. we emailed, and emailed more on sunday. i felt he was doing me terribly wrong.
            fortunately he gave me all credits in the end, which was only just, but it had gotten me completely upset in between trying to be as clear and non defensive and strong in my emails to him.
            i drank way more than the few days before, when i did 4 8.5% beers (instead of at least 6 a night over the last months). this saturday i put away 6, and on sunday 7.... I was drinking without giving it a thought while typing, and then went on afterwards, to drown my upsettedness. crawled back into my old refuge, or trap, or crap, whatever you want to call it.

            today i was kind of relieved it was resolved in a good way and for my benefit, and without me being angry, feeling victimized or anything in my writing to him. i stayed calm and gave only my honest story.
            but i felt so awful physically from the hangover, i couldn't even enjoy the outcome, just felt so sick of it all.

            fortunately had no obligations today. couldn’t have done anything really. walking my dog, reading, watching tv, no more in store for today.

            then at 4.45 pm as every day i went to the store to buy a sixpack of those 8.5%.
            before I went I was thinking, hm, do i really crave beer right now? it took me 15 mins of just lingerging on to decide okay, let’s go. couldn’t just let go, i have to test it, and actually experience my loosing interest with beer right under my nose.
            they had only special packages, with some stupid bottle opener of the brand, so instead of 6,5 euro’s, it cost me 10,10.
            i thought well what the fuck, this is all bullshit anyway.

            the first beer took me 2 hours to drink. i even went for a walk with my dog while it was only half empty.
            i thought o my god, it’s starting to happen. what the fuck do I do now???!!!! .................................... :H
            next one (yeah, I know…): after an hour I threw the last half of it away and switched to tea.

            i have 4 left in the fridge! i’ll probably just try one again after walking my dog (he’s doing his ‘victim of neglectant horribly cruel woman’ thing right now ), cause i can’t believe this.

            by the way: could be that i took a double dose this morning. my short term memory totally sucks nowadays. i read this is a common side effect, that because like alcohol does (why you can black out while drinking heavily), gaba also has an effect on mostly your short term memory.

            i'll have to get me a pill box tomorrow!!

            ---------------------------------

            and of course after walking the dog i tried another one. it sucked. i didn't even finish half of it.
            for a second i thought i have to go off baclofen!

            later, i actually felt kind of sorry for the beer :H

            there it was, the 'tirant' (good quote Ne!) that had run my life for i don't know, 20, 25 years. (i started drinking when i was 14 or 15, and while i immediately started heavy binging, my first night was on lemonade glasses of jenever, i didn't get addicted till about 19 i think. i'm 42 now). such a powerfull force in my life, i never managed to escape it, or fight it even though i tried so hard.
            and now i saw it, not as a powerful force or anything, more like a pathetic bug lying on it's back, feet squirming in the air, unable to turn around and get up.
            how silly is that??!!!! feeling sad for the booze!!!!!!

            of course it's more the sadness of seeing something i've suffered so badly from all those years just being nothing to me anymore.
            surreal!
            it'll actually take some time to get used to this. but i'm starting to feel a little wowwie about it sometimes....

            i still had 3 left in the fridge, so of course i tried one an hour ago. test test test. and also working on trusting this i guess.
            didn't finish half and i really did try, stubbornly. this can't be true!

            but it is. could be i need to go up just a little more, but maybe 225mg is my switch dose. we'll see. but i know i am on the way out.....

            i'm cleaning up my house now. i want it to be nice and clean, and i'm gonna get myself some nice (expensive!) take away (indian food) tonight.
            i'll have to figure out what i'll be drinking from now on.

            don't know if i'll try the beers that are still in the fridge. if i will, it'll be knowing i just don't like it anymore, and i'm only trying to wrap my mind around that...

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              just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

              That's the way to go, girl!
              Open the fridge and give the fucking beers the middle finger!
              Laugh them out in the face.
              They thought you needed them? Well, they're wrong. They (now) taste like shit anyway.
              Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

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                just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                I am going to whisper this so your brain doesn't fry. WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO! It's here and here to stay. The cleaning thing. Oh, yes. That is a common side effect. More later when you are a little bit more used to the idea and when it's comfortable to just not test.

                It is a lovely place, isn't it? And both alarming and comforting that so many people, from such vastly different places (like England! just kidding of course! Zimbabwe to east Asia. Amazing.) have so much in common in spite of and because of the booze.

                Good day to you guys today! I'm inspired to clean!

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                  just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                  I felt less pity and more of what Xadrian said. But pity is apt, too.

                  Poor dead useless bugs. :H:H:H

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                    just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                    and the stupid thing is: this is one of the most important moments (if not: the) in my life, and i can't even open a bottle of champagne to celebrate!! :H
                    well, i could of course, but i'd be quite useless

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                      just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                      Confuckinggratubleedinglations Joanna. I like the tale with the beer bottles. When I get to the turning point I'll be using a similar test.

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                        just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                        Jo,

                        You made it, sweetheart! I am so, so, so happy for you. Celebrations are definitely in order all around, so I say get a few fancy bar glasses, find a martini shaker, and start finding your favorite new drinks:

                        Preggatinis: Mixology for the Mom-to-Be: Natalie Bovis Nelsen: 9781599214542: Amazon.com: Books

                        Hearts and :l:l:l

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                          just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                          THANKS YOU GUYS!!!!!! it's so good to hear your cheers and all!!!!!!

                          i to be honest, i don't know how i would have done this without you..... :h:h:h:h

                          i feel kind of strange. i think i might have some alcohol withdrawal symptoms, humming inside my ears (don't know the word in english), actually my whole head is humming inside, strange kind of headache, my body feels strangely tense, tingling (different that just baclofen tingling), and a bit crampy, feverish.
                          of course i did go from a fairly high alcohol intake (over 20 standard glasses on most nights, then a few days of about 12, then 18, 21 again) to almost zero (just a few sips) all of a sudden. but hey, this is the first time ever i'm able to handle this without librium or anything!!!!!

                          so whatever, i guess it'll diminish within a few days and because i'm not drinking anymore, and se's will also get way less (i think they were already way less today, but these other symptoms started to happen). i'll get through it!!

                          i'm mostly just looking round with wide open eyes, amazed. the whooooooohoooooo!!!!!! is sometimes peaking round the corner, to see if it's time already to jump out and have a ball, while i'm gradually realizing what a fucking awful lot of difference this will mean for my life.......
                          unimaginable, really. all the time i'll have now!! (i guess that's where the cleaning habit Ne mentioned origins from. well, i don't expect to become a compulsive cleaner now though).
                          i'm so curious about how this will turn out in a few days.....

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                            just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                            oh thanks Stuck! (our posts probably crossed)
                            i'll check it out. i'll need to go searching for nice drinks right now, cause if i have to spend the rest of my life drinking tea... i don't know. (i used to hate it when women got into a bar where i was drinking and ordered "tea please". fucking wankers, i thought. yeah, i know... in psychology, there's a word for that: projection)

                            (i'll reply to you other message later!! so much going on, i didn't find the focus for it)

                            :l:l:l:l

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                              just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                              :goodjob: WHOOOOOOOOP!

                              Jo, congrats! Enjoy and be nice to yourself! When I first felt indifference, I was so wary and fearful that it might be temporary or not be for real that I wasted time and energy worrying. Don't be like me! It is for real! It does work! It might take some time to get used to and there might be some hiccups down the road but ENJOY and be nice to yourself!

                              Cheers!

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                                just started with baclofen, a bit desperate

                                thanks all you all :l:l

                                9.20pm and feeling quite amazing and most of all amazed. i'm afraid if i'd try to describe what i'm starting to feel.

                                still pretty sick (physically that is!!), though completely different than the usual baclofen se's.
                                i guess it's alcohol withdrawal, which i think is not strange: all of a sudden i dropped from quite heavy drinking (most days 18 to 24 standard glasses) to zero, hope this will lessen a bit soon.
                                threw the last beers away, and feel no inclination whatsoever to buy anymore booze (walking through the store without buying any!!).
                                so strange!! i just walked my dog..... completely sober!!!!!!

                                and all that tea going through me (herb tea by the way, which is healthy)!! this is so good for my body...!
                                that's it: my whole system is going like "shiiiit!!! what the fuck is happening????!!!"

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