I've tittered down from 75 mg to 50 mg over the past two weeks and have remained indifferent as ever to alcohol. I don't even drink on weekends and save it for two occasions: Tuesday night after music lessons (one beer with a small pizza) and Thursday night after cat volunteering (two margaritas). This past Thursday night excursion really kicked my ass after the fact. I felt terrible all Friday, but attempted to socialize that evening by gong to a happy hour hosted by a meetup.com group.
I only had two drinks and left the place on the verge of an anxiety attack. The rest of the night was spent shivering and writhing in bed with racing, nonsensical thoughts that made me question whether or not I was actually asleep.
I took 75 mg at 6 and crashed hard, then spent a woozy afternoon coming back down to earth.
What gets me is that the Tuesday/Thursday thing has been going on for the past month, and this is the first time it's just gotten absolutely unbearable. I suspect that with reduced drinking my tolerance has gotten dramatically lower- all of this happened over what amounted to 7 drinks in 2 days.
Kick me if I touch margaritas again. What's good about this, I just realized, is that my drinking is now taking place in an extremely controlled manner rather than at a whim. There are 5 beers in my fridge that have been there for 3 weeks because I haven't found the time or motivation to drink them.
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