For those of you who didn't know...I've been on a nasty antibiotic for the past week for an internal infection. The antibiotic has a bad reputation-that I think- is similar to Chemo: metallic taste in mouth, nausea and vomiting, diarrhea, feeling of being stoned, feeling of being out of it, tingling in extremities, seizures, convulsions, and above all things, cannot be mixed with any alcohol unless the patient wants to be vomiting severely. You couldn't even take cough medicine because of the alcohol sometimes used in that!
Other than mild nausea, "feeling out of it,” and slight stomach upset, I was lucky not to feel much more side affects...I mean, there's a handful of forums on the internet dedicated to soothing those who do!
So...there I was: Cold Turkey Alcoholic Rehab. I was pissed! lol.
My Christmas suffered terribly. I never thought I would behave the way I did from of not being able to drink for seven days. Let me tell you, those seven days felt like an ETERNITY. I found myself attending at least six parties this past week where alcohol was served: one where my mom provided the booze (a very rare thing!), another where my friend bought ALL the booze (another rare thing!), then with people who actually BYOB'd only to offer some to me (rare, rare, RARE!), and finally, parties that already HAD booze (gah!) - and I could have none of it!
Ha! Throw me towards AA already, right?
I felt my mouth water at the sight of the wines, the beers, or the vodkas...I became a negative presence; lashing at anyone who offered me conversation and throwing daggers at people with my eyes. I was a downer for most people, with my scowling and hissing.
Not only was I in rehab, my little brother gave me a terrible cold consisting of: a cough, sore throat, loss of appetite, debilitating sinus headaches, 3 days of work, sleepless nights, anxiety, stress, and enough snot to fill a large bucket.
Around day 5, however, I got to thinking. At least I suffered only mild side affects whereas most people cursed their treatment. Then, some people have to go on actual Chemo when I was complaining about Flagyl. Moreover, I could've had the Flu but instead harbored just a cold and non-alcoholic cold medicine is a majority these days. Lastly, I learned how much alcohol ruled what I found enjoyable in life.
I was ungrateful and sad for taking advantage of all the good things. I closed my eyes and thanked God for being in a better place than I could've been.
You're not supposed to drink for an additional 48 hours after treatment to let the drug pass out of your system...I drank at 44-darn,well good enough for me!
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So...there I was: Cold Turkey Alcoholic Rehab. I was pissed! lol.
My Christmas suffered terribly. I never thought I would behave the way I did from of not being able to drink for seven days. Let me tell you, those seven days felt like an ETERNITY. I found myself attending at least six parties this past week where alcohol was served: one where my mom provided the booze (a very rare thing!), another where my friend bought ALL the booze (another rare thing!), then with people who actually BYOB'd only to offer some to me (rare, rare, RARE!), and finally, parties that already HAD booze (gah!) - and I could have none of it!
Ha! Throw me towards AA already, right?
I felt my mouth water at the sight of the wines, the beers, or the vodkas...I became a negative presence; lashing at anyone who offered me conversation and throwing daggers at people with my eyes. I was a downer for most people, with my scowling and hissing.
Not only was I in rehab, my little brother gave me a terrible cold consisting of: a cough, sore throat, loss of appetite, debilitating sinus headaches, 3 days of work, sleepless nights, anxiety, stress, and enough snot to fill a large bucket.
Around day 5, however, I got to thinking. At least I suffered only mild side affects whereas most people cursed their treatment. Then, some people have to go on actual Chemo when I was complaining about Flagyl. Moreover, I could've had the Flu but instead harbored just a cold and non-alcoholic cold medicine is a majority these days. Lastly, I learned how much alcohol ruled what I found enjoyable in life.
I was ungrateful and sad for taking advantage of all the good things. I closed my eyes and thanked God for being in a better place than I could've been.
You're not supposed to drink for an additional 48 hours after treatment to let the drug pass out of your system...I drank at 44-darn,well good enough for me!
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