I'm currently up to 60mg Baclofen - struggled to get there, but thanks to support of this group, I made it through some pretty unpleasant side effects ( I know I'm a lightweight - always have been, probably always will be)
So, last night, the perfect drinker's scenario unfolded. Home alone, no commitments the next day, good opportunity to get hammered. Except.....
Weird thing number one: I almost couldn't be bothered to pour myself a drink. Whereas normally I would be itching to feel that numbing comfort of cold, white wine hitting the back of my throat and the top of my brain, I found myself reading my book, watching (as opposed to staring bleary eyed at) the TV. I eventually poured myself a drink at around 8.15
Weird thing number two: It tasted unpleasant. Not really horrible, but just 'off'. I forced myself to drink it anyhow, poured myself another, took a couple of lame sips and then threw the rest down the sink :0 :0
Weird thing number three: Thought it might just be the wine, so persevered (!) and poured a whisky and coke. Couldn't drink it - that went the same way as the wine and I replaced it with what was left of the coke. No alcohol involved.
Thinking this could be the start of something. Feel a mixture of elation and fear (life will change if I no longer have my crutch - for the better of course, but I am pretty resistant to change in general, so will have to formulate a plan)
Hoping the light at the end of the tunnel continues to shine (unlike the wine!)
So, last night, the perfect drinker's scenario unfolded. Home alone, no commitments the next day, good opportunity to get hammered. Except.....
Weird thing number one: I almost couldn't be bothered to pour myself a drink. Whereas normally I would be itching to feel that numbing comfort of cold, white wine hitting the back of my throat and the top of my brain, I found myself reading my book, watching (as opposed to staring bleary eyed at) the TV. I eventually poured myself a drink at around 8.15
Weird thing number two: It tasted unpleasant. Not really horrible, but just 'off'. I forced myself to drink it anyhow, poured myself another, took a couple of lame sips and then threw the rest down the sink :0 :0
Weird thing number three: Thought it might just be the wine, so persevered (!) and poured a whisky and coke. Couldn't drink it - that went the same way as the wine and I replaced it with what was left of the coke. No alcohol involved.
Thinking this could be the start of something. Feel a mixture of elation and fear (life will change if I no longer have my crutch - for the better of course, but I am pretty resistant to change in general, so will have to formulate a plan)
Hoping the light at the end of the tunnel continues to shine (unlike the wine!)
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