Hey goats. I hit my absolutely cracking point the other day. I was planning inpatient rehab for alcoholism and figured one last bender would be fine.
One of my favorite cats Momma Chonk died suddenly and I found her under the couch. It absolutely crushed the last of what I had left.
Doubled up from a 1/5 to a handle of vodka every other day mixed in with hard seltzers at .5%. At least a 12 pack a day. I was vomiting so hard I could taste blood in the morning. Needing drinks in the morning to get going. Five beers in, I'm game. A shot and and two beers definitely.
This all came to a head this week. Why yall if you recognize my name haven't seen me. I went really hard. Too hard. I got up the next day. Vomited. Had about five beers and went out with my dad. The last two days I was light headed, hadn't ate, no water, heart pounding, chest tightening and cold sweats. We were in a parking lot and I stopped and said I have to go to hospital. I ended up having a full blown withdrawal seizure in the waiting room even though i had nearly a six pack already. Terrifying. The doctors patched me up.
I'm now detoxed but I have to stay sober. That was closest I think I've came to dying.
