Well, my super fantastic clever ladder abstaining plan flopped.
I can just see y’all grabbing your seats, gasping in abject disbelief. ….Right….
Ok, I’m not surprised that my plan didn’t work. None of my previous plans worked. None.
But, I’m not done yet. I have one more new plan up my sleeve! In the comments from my last post, I have Emma to thank for suggesting that I consider trying Antabuse. Antabuse makes you VERY sick if you drink. I just read the description of it on Wikipedia:
“Antabuse plus alcohol, even small amounts, produce flushing, throbbing in head and neck, throbbing headache, respiratory difficulty, nausea, copious vomiting, sweating, thirst, chest pain, palpitation, dyspnea, hyperventilation, tachycardia, hypotension, syncope, marked uneasiness, weakness, vertigo, blurred vision, and confusion. In severe reactions there may be respiratory depression, cardiovascular collapse, arrhythmias, myocardial infarction, acute congestive heart failure, unconsciousness, convulsions, and death.”
I think it’s safe to say that I would not drink a drop if I started taking it. This might seem like an extreme measure for me to consider. Absolutely. But look at my track record! I have tried pretty well everything to control or quit my drinking — except for rehab. If I could go to rehab now, I would, but I can’t (without quitting my job). This has all gone on long enough — YEARS. Too many years. An extreme situation calls for extreme measures and since I can’t go to rehab I must consider using the Antabuse.
I mean, really — enough playing around. Enough theatrics. Enough vain efforts. Enough hangovers, gout, high blood pressure, sleeplessness, anxiety, wasted money, wasted time, wasted life — enough getting wasted. Time for something radical.
Perhaps the fear of taking it will have an effect on my drinking…? Let’s see.