Probably the best place to start is about two weeks prior to 7th July 2009 at the joint 50th and 21st birthday party of Mr JC and our son.
From noon until midnight there was constantly lit BBQ, a full buffet and then a late supper and of course alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. Bottles and bottles of wine,a keg of beer, bottles of beer, spirits,champagne and even better guests brought booze with them. And then the gifts more alcohol but this time in pretty gift bags.
Apparently everyone had a fantastic time, even me. Although after the first pinata was bashed to bits late afternoon I don't recollect very much at all.
So let's fast forward to 5th July 2009.
I'd spent the previous two weeks steadily working my way through the alcohol in the house...and then some.
Mr JC had gone camping with friends.It was a beautiful summer weekend and I was in a house with all the booze a home alone alcoholic could wish for.
I'd woken up at around 5.30am with god-awful knowledge that I had to get the Sunday newspaper. So shaking like a leaf I downed 2/3 large glasses of red wine before putting Bess on her leash and heading off. Now our local paper shop not only sells magazines and news papers it also sells wines, beers and spirits.
So at 6.50am found me asking for half a bottle of vodka only to be told they couldn't serve alcohol until 8.30am. Until my dying day I'll never forget the look of pity in eyes of the man at the cash desk when I returned to buy that vodka at 8.31am.
Why I needed that vodka I'll never know, our house was awash with alcohol but as ever it was a just in case we ran out. As if.
Later that day I lined up all the pill packets,tried to write a note (yes that kind of note) and opened some champagne. I was well and truly beaten by this whole damned thing.
Well I must have a guardian angel as Mr JC was back three hours earlier than scheduled to find me sitting in the kitchen, crying , highly distressed and very,very drunk. Luckily I hadn't managed to take any of the pills but I'd managed to open the champagne so he packed me off to bed.
Over the next couple of days, he organized yet another home detox for me. Doing all the hard work like ringing the doctor, taking me to said doctor, managing the detox and basically putting up with me through three days of sweating, nausea and a lot of crying.
I can actually tell you the date and time I became AF as it was deemed safe for me to start taking the Valium (diazapam) at 9.30am on the 7th July 2009.
I call this my rock bottom and also my last day one.
From noon until midnight there was constantly lit BBQ, a full buffet and then a late supper and of course alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. Bottles and bottles of wine,a keg of beer, bottles of beer, spirits,champagne and even better guests brought booze with them. And then the gifts more alcohol but this time in pretty gift bags.
Apparently everyone had a fantastic time, even me. Although after the first pinata was bashed to bits late afternoon I don't recollect very much at all.
So let's fast forward to 5th July 2009.
I'd spent the previous two weeks steadily working my way through the alcohol in the house...and then some.
Mr JC had gone camping with friends.It was a beautiful summer weekend and I was in a house with all the booze a home alone alcoholic could wish for.
I'd woken up at around 5.30am with god-awful knowledge that I had to get the Sunday newspaper. So shaking like a leaf I downed 2/3 large glasses of red wine before putting Bess on her leash and heading off. Now our local paper shop not only sells magazines and news papers it also sells wines, beers and spirits.
So at 6.50am found me asking for half a bottle of vodka only to be told they couldn't serve alcohol until 8.30am. Until my dying day I'll never forget the look of pity in eyes of the man at the cash desk when I returned to buy that vodka at 8.31am.
Why I needed that vodka I'll never know, our house was awash with alcohol but as ever it was a just in case we ran out. As if.
Later that day I lined up all the pill packets,tried to write a note (yes that kind of note) and opened some champagne. I was well and truly beaten by this whole damned thing.
Well I must have a guardian angel as Mr JC was back three hours earlier than scheduled to find me sitting in the kitchen, crying , highly distressed and very,very drunk. Luckily I hadn't managed to take any of the pills but I'd managed to open the champagne so he packed me off to bed.
Over the next couple of days, he organized yet another home detox for me. Doing all the hard work like ringing the doctor, taking me to said doctor, managing the detox and basically putting up with me through three days of sweating, nausea and a lot of crying.
I can actually tell you the date and time I became AF as it was deemed safe for me to start taking the Valium (diazapam) at 9.30am on the 7th July 2009.
I call this my rock bottom and also my last day one.
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