Just checking in with some thoughts on my progress with baclofen so far. For a professional writer, I'm terrible at keeping diaries which is something I felt I should do with my bac journey because I hope and feel it could be a significant milestone in my recovery from 15 years of debilitating alcoholism. So MWO will have to be my personal record! (And arguably a better place to record my experiences while learning so much from others)
Anyway! I actually began taking bac about two months ago, but took my time with it. It's taken that long to arrive at my current dose of 138 mg. I take these (25mg tablets, broken in two when required):
7.30am 25mg; 12pm 37.5 mg; 4.30 37.5mg; 8.30 37.5mg.
Side effects subside after a few days after taking the dose up a notch, but they include the well-known sleepiness and a kind of throbbing, buzzing headache - it's not pleasant but not unbearable. I experience occasional insomnia during these periods when I have to get used to an increased dose - however marginal -
I find the idea of getting to high levels - about 275 mg should be my max - daunting. But feel that if I take it slow and steady, to reach my switch, I can taper down to a manageable maintenance dose. I have an appointment with Dr Chick for a prescription of a daily dose of 95 mg on friday. My plan is to use the supply of baclofen that I order online and continue taking my protocol to the dose required to hit my switch, by about 12.5 mg every 3 days. Then titrate down and use the 90 mg prescription as my daily maintenance dose. Well... the plan feels good on paper at least!
Blah, blah, blah... To the good stuff! Baclofen is already greatly reducing my desire to drink in the week. When friday rolls around, I find it nearly impossible to resist drinking to excess; the habit is so entrenched. But this last weekend, while I got wasted in the evenings alone (as is my sorry style) I rallied on Sunday, pulled myself together and spent the day doing productive things. This hasn't been the case for nearly a year! I would drink at the weekends from dawn to about 3 in the morning, previously.
During the week, thanks to not drinking, I can feel my old self pouring back in - the guy who can smile and joke with colleagues, do good work at a good pace. This is a stark contrast to the withered, shaking, sick looking mute I've been for who knows how long. My friends, colleagues and family are starting to notice. It feels good.
The urgent command to get alcohol after work is diminished to a quiet whisper that is getting easier and easier to ignore. Instead of "Now" it has become "Later," like in a few days later. Which may mean I might just postpone drinking until the weekend, but the thought is rapidly losing its appeal so who knows what will happen.
So I'll wrap this up with a last thought: It's far to early too start flinging words like 'miracle' and 'cure' around; I think a little skepticism can be a healthy thing in these matters. But the little, tangible reprieves from the intense and impenetrable (until now) suffering that alcoholism brings into my life are quietly astounding.
They bode well.... :happy2:
Thanks for reading.
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