I'll first copy my introduction post:
I have been reading this site for days, and also finished reading "The End of My Addiction" (and related studies).
Self employed, suffering from severe anxiety and hyperventilation, I fell into the trap of self medicating with alcohol. Never really interested in it until about 10 years ago. From then on it gradually became a problem.
I told my spouse 4 years ago that I was an alcoholic, and she said "nah, you are just drinking too much". Of course, once the alcohol was managing me instead of the other way round, it became clear I really had a problem.
I got into trouble with neuralgic pains (vit B12 etc. deficiency) so decided that I should stop.
I did a 42 day AF stint earlier this year without consulting anyone (not clever, I learned), felt so much better, but fell off the wagon after the pains came back and some more financial trouble. The detox was pretty easy (coming from 1 bottle of scotch to 0 on day 1), and took about 5 days. Blood tests after 40 days were near perfect for my age.
Of course, I wanted to try again. But this time, I got the most horrific anxiety attacks, wild dreams, you name it. I gave up after 14 days.
So, bull by the horns, and asked for serious treatment this time. Will start with inpatient rehab, and am considering Baclofen a "second option" if that fails. But I want to give it all I can first.
Then it's either 7 days or 14 days later before I can be admitted.
I have the luxury of living in a country where social security is - on the whole - pretty great, so cost is not a problem. I have read how expensive these facilities can be in some countries, and feel utterly privileged.
We had a long talk about motivation, about having been able to do a 42 day AF stint on my own, about her experience with patients (anonymous obviously).
She's very confident that I will do great. And for the third time in a row since we brought up the rehab, she refused me paying for the 40 minute visit...
To top it off, I mentioned baclofen in passing and... she knows all about it and has already treated one patient with it. She knew of Ameisen's book, and has total trust that it is a valid option. Her patient failed, mainly because the side effect of feeling too sleepy.
I am absolutely amazed that she knew about it (I dreaded to bring it up). She wasn't sure, but the rehab facility I'm going to may already be using it as one of their tools.
I felt such a weight falling from my shoulders... If rehab fails - and I intend to give it my 101%, then she would have no problem going the baclofen road.
I feel very lucky.
I also have a very supporting wife, who is extremely glad that I'm taking all these steps.
A bit more about me: I'm a male about to turn 50. My dad died when I was very young, at the age of 55. Cause: alcohol. It may be the reason why, by the time that I was 30, I practically never drank. It just didn't appeal to me. You'd find me with a coke at uni parties.
But, although nobody would have ever noticed in my life, I suffer from severe anxiety, and from being found out a total fake.
People tell me I am very talented, and I always think they are bullshitting me. I'm also a musician/songwriter. Again, many people are in awe, and I think I'm a hack. Please don't see this as bragging: trust me, I'm my own worst critic. I'm not an iota better than any of you.
I don't like the taste of alcohol.
I also grind my teeth a lot, up to the point that my jaws hurt like crazy.
So reading Olivier Ameisen's book made me go "eh, what the heck?!!!!"
There are differences: I never get really "drunk", I never black out. I never drive while drunk, or end up in the ER. I am mostly a happy drinker. Dysphoria turns into euphoria most of the time.
But lately the toll on my health (and my job) has become a big big problem. I am going to die if I continue this way. The hangovers (I refuse to drink before 4 PM when I feed our dogs) are becoming a nightmare. I don't vomit, but feel like I have to for most of the day, until... the next drink.
It goes so gradually... I'm sure many of you will know the feeling. What a trap.
Sooo... to keep this from turning into a novel, I look forward to rehab, and am incredibly relieved that my GP knows about baclofen.
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