So, I already knew I was an alcoholic. I didn't think I was in denial. But I also didn't really think I was bad enough that I needed to stop... not yet. I was thinking I could wait a little longer, and just cut back. I had, in fact, been doing this with moderate success. I figured, I can take it at my own pace and there's no rush.
I was totally wrong. Last week, I started vomiting uncontrollably and forcefully. Soon, I began to see blood in it. I couldn't stop. I had to stay lying on my side, with a bucket next to the bed so I could lean over and throw up in it. Even a sip of water would come right back up. I didn't even understand where it was all coming from, since I figured there couldn't be anything left in my stomach.
It turned out I had torn my esophagus, and was bleeding into my stomach. This was what continued to come up.
I went to the ER and was then admitted to the hospital, where I was hooked up to two IVs, through which I was given many bags of fluids and several medications for nausea and withdrawal. Once my physical health was stabilized, I was discharged with appointments at a clinic for addiction and mental health treatment.
My last drink was the day before I entered the hospital. I am a severe alcoholic and I absolutely cannot drink ever again, because it might kill me.
I'm sorry to be so graphic, but it's important to me to be honest about this. I assume it will be censored if any staff here feel that it's too much.
#Addiction #Alcoholism