CDAGRIZ said:
I second the nomination. Brilliant work Big Dog! Do you happen to know if said bars are available at Costco? As soon as EG gets out of Schick Shadel (again) I'm going to encourage him to add this to his Brinty list!
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I second the nomination. Brilliant work Big Dog! Do you happen to know if said bars are available at Costco? As soon as EG gets out of Schick Shadel (again) I'm going to encourage him to add this to his Brinty list!
Ursa Major said:
It's still your world UM, just trying to be worthy of it.
My best to EG on his recent struggles. FWIW, Costco home dry out kits are smartly wrapped in groups of three for family's that play together, and may be of help in his recovery. He can find them next to the "golden marg" pyramid, superb product placement if you ask me. Carry on.
I offered to let him borrow some nipple clamps and my lawnmower battery but he wanted to go back. I think he has a crush on one of the substance abuse counselors there.bgbigdog said:
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blackfootipa said:
Too much bobcat batter on the carpet!
Schick released me today; or perhaps their fences are a little low. In either event, I'm happy to say I'm completely clean. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank each of your for your concerns.
Katie -- the hot little brunette -- and I are going to celebrate with a couple shots and beer chasers along whatever we can afford with her payroll check being sold under the I-5 bridge.
Katie -- the hot little brunette -- and I are going to celebrate with a couple shots and beer chasers along whatever we can afford with her payroll check being sold under the I-5 bridge.
EverettGriz said:
was it like so.....
My 10-Day Experience at Schick Shadel Hospital
Sunday – Check In
I absolutely did not know what to expect from the treatment, but I was determined to get this done. Given that I just got out of the detox facility and wanted to time my arrival at the treatment center with a minimum amount of unnecessary loss of personal time. I booked my ticked on Saturday with the arrival in Seattle next day, on Sunday right before the close of admission. I was told that I needed to be at the facility before 10PM in order to check in. Received a call on Sunday from the hospital confirming that I have not had a drink in the past 72 hours. It was important to them because all of their detox beds were taken up already and my only option was to check in directly into the treatment quarters. I did not know it back then, but apparently many of the people that come here purposely load up on their drug of choices minutes before walking into the door. In any case, the admission person insisted that if I were to take a drink on the airplane I would be turned away that night. Having just been through a most horrible detox experience of my life that included a trip to emergency room, I did not even think about ordering a drink on the plane. I arrived at the front door right about 9PM local time. Rather large black female sitting behind the counter who quickly called admission in order to start the process greeted me. I was surprised that there were still some patients hanging out and smoking outside at the time when I arrived. The matter of fact is that they were still there past midnight when I got to my room, but before that happened I needed to be processed. After I filled out a list of 30 some questions about why I am there, my drinking habits, etc, they checked my blood pressure, drew some blood, threw me on the scale and asked to fill out more paperwork. Everyone so far was welcoming and polite. It did not feel like a rehab or a hospital environment. The halls were quite, I did not see any sick people, and the ambience of wooded Seattle nature made it almost too good to be true of an experience from the start. Nevertheless, I had butterflies in my stomach about what was going to happen next. By around 1am I was laying in bed in the room by myself, although there was another empty bed to the left of me in a hotel style set up. Naturally I selected a bed that was closer to the window and also the bathroom. A nurse came in to check up on my one last time before I fell a sleep. I asked her if I should set an alarm, but she informed me that she would be back in the morning to check my blood pressure once again and that she would wake me up. She also told me that the breakfast and a day start at 6:30AM with more information to follow in the morning. I was clearly nervous in my head about the whole experience as I was falling a sleep.
Side note: most people check in extremely wasted and first go into detox. One girl smoke the rest of the heroin she had at the gas station two blocks away from the facility. I heard numerous stories from patients how they purposely binged their brains out just prior to checking into facility.
Monday – Day 1
As promised last night, the nurse came in around 5:45am to check my blood pressure and wake me up. She told me that I had to be up shortly after 6am to get things going. I rolled around in bed couple of times, but then promptly complied, washed my face and headed down to the nurses station. There were 3 other people who checked in with me on Sunday, so we were grouped together in order to get our orientation. A young, rather very attractive black female was given a task of giving us the scoop. We went downstairs into a conference room and found ourselves confortable around a meeting style table with confortable chairs. The most prominent feature of the room was 65+ inches brand new TV and tons of books related to addiction. On the table there were 4 generic folders filled with information. Our guide, the pretty black girl in her early twenties went over the contents of the binder in a matter of about of 40 minutes. After that she asked us to follow her to the kitchen to get our breakfast and return back to the conference room. Two of the guys in our group had needs; specifically they wanted to go # 2 and smoke. They were able to accomplish the non-smoking part. A small kitchen was located few steps away from the conference room, so we went over and order a standard eggs, bacon, fruit and toast and brought it back to the conference room. While we were eating we were able to ask some basic questions. Our guide gave us an overview of the schedule for the rest of the stay. I really did not pay much attention because the schedule for each day looked identical to me, but to my relief it sounded like there was some time between the activities to do just nothing and get some rest. Next, now around 7:45am we were led to the small auditorium where about 20 people were already gathered. It was a morning meeting that runs until about 8:30am led by one of the in-house counselors. The set up is more of a one-way lecture with occasional audience participation. Since I tend to be an introvert it was up my alley. The time went by rather quickly and by 9:00am I was in my room laying in bed again and checking if I can get the WIFI. I stayed in the room for most of the morning, trying to avoid communication with other patience. Occasionally I would walk out to the hall way or outside, and I managed to strike a conversation with at least 2 or 3 people who have been staying in the hospital longer than I. At lunchtime I went back to the same place where we had our breakfast and started to slowly get to know everyone who was in the same place as me, mostly for the same reason. After lunch one of the nurses told me to make sure to eat a lot on the first day, and warned me that we will be partially deprived of food going forward. I once again had a lot of time to myself. I started calling my family letting them know that I was pretty happy with the set up. So far there was nothing to be afraid in day one. I had dinner around 5:30pm and spend the rest of the night on the computer or on the phone.
Tuesday – Day 2
My Tuesday started with a lot of anxiety. This was the day when I was scheduled to have my first “Duffy”, a local term for the alcohol aversion procedure. A nurse came in to check my blood pressure around 6 AM woke me up. I know I had my first aversion (referred here to as Duffy) procedure scheduled for that day and naturally I was worried. I chose not to eat breakfast because I heard that it could make the procedure harder. After two back-to-back morning meetings, which are more of a lecture style discussion on topics related to alcoholism, I was back to my room with. I was king of glad that during the morning meetings there was no self-petty type of sessions where I had to admit that I am a dirt bag and I can do better. The approach that the hospital takes is that the alcoholism is a disease and it was not our fault that we are wired this way. Our brain was predisposed to the chemical and modern medicine can explain the mechanics on how it works. The hardest part of the day for me was to wait for my treatment not knowing what to expect. My treatment was scheduled to start at 2:30PM, so with no food in my stomach and lack of experience I was biting my nails. Once the time rolled around I was invited into a small room a size of a restroom in a hotel where in front of me were various bottles of hard liquor and, a sink style counter with a spit bowl, and few other minor objects. The nurse explained to me what we were going to do and here is what followed:
Duffy # 1 – 4 drinks of alcohol
1. I was giving a shot of medicine which instantly made me uncomfortable, gave me hot flushes, and I started to sweat.
2. Drink a small glass of a yellow liquid that makes your stomach reject alcohol.
3. Drink a glass of salty water.
4. Drink a glass of regular water.
5. Now the alcohol intake starts. I listed my # 1 drink of choice as red wine, so wine is what was ready for me:
a. I had to first swish my mouth with wine and spit it out.
b. Then followed by a glass of wine. No sipping, I had to drink it fast.
c. Then followed by the second glass of wine, again quickly draining it down into my stomach.
d. After two drinks I was ready to throw up. They want to see you throw up in front of them or they will make you put a wooden stick in the mouth in order to make you throw up. I did it naturally.
e. Shortly after I threw up and spit my “bartender nurse” offered me two more glasses of wine, which I consumed and we were done with the procedure.
It was nowhere nearly as scary as I imagined it to be. I was brought back to my room and told to stay there for another 2.5 hours and reflect on my alcoholism. On my bed next to the throw up bucket, they also put an empty bottle of wine and a towel soaked with wine, reminding me of the procedure. They want you to smell the towel and move it closer to your nose when the nurse visits you for the first time. The nurses come into the room every 15 minutes to check up on you and take notes on the clipboard. They asked me how I felt, my anxiety level, sweat, chills, diarrhea, or just checking for any other problems. I was still sweating and had some chills, but overall I felt similar to the heavy hang over detox sessions I have had at home. On a second visit after 30 minutes of being in the room I was given another glass of alcohol repellent that quickly made me throw up the rest of the wine in my stomach. Then I just tried to relax in my bed and keep my mind busy with whatever.
After my procedure was over I was told to try to eat some crackers and drink some soda to make sure that I am able to eat dinner. I felt totally fine, but the nurse made me wait for almost an hour before he gave me my plate. I was starving because it was my first meal of the day and started to eat it fast. Once I swallowed about 50% of the food on the plate I my stomach started to feel bad and I started to feel like I was going to throw up again. I reclined on the bed for about 10 minutes and the issue settled down. Since I was hungry I finished the rest of the food. Next, shower, some walking around, lots of Internet browsing, some conversation with my neighbors and a good night sleep.
Wednesday – Day 3
By talking to the other patience during my multiple trips to the patio to enjoy second hand some I learned that the “Sleepy’s”, the local term to unconscious interviews, were the enjoyable part of the program. After the first day of introduction they alternate “Duffies” with “Sleepy’s” every other day, so Wednesday I was scheduled to have my first sleepy. The rule is that you cannot eat or drink at during the day when you have a sleepy before the procedure begins, so my last meal was dinner on Tuesday. I also ate some snacks that they provide before you go to sleep to build up my calories, but was not planning to eat at all before my procedure on Wed. After the morning meetings, which again ended around 8:30am, I checked the boards and I was scheduled to have my procedure after lunch. Normally they post approximate time for the procedure, but only for the people who are scheduled in the AM. The after-lunch times are posted after the nurses have their lunch, so I had no idea what time I was going to be subdued and questioned. I took care of some personal business, again browsed the Internet, watched TV, and socialized until my time was posted on the board. I was going in at 2:30PM. I was worried about it just a little, but not as much as I was before my first Duffy. At 2:30pm I was called into a procedure room where there was an anesthesiologist and another female in front of a laptop who served as a scribe. The anesthesiologist inserted an IV into my left arm and asked me if I was ready to begin. Once I said yes, she pressed on syringe filled with "Truth Serum" and I think I was still awake for about 5 seconds. The next thing that I can remember I was in a different lightly eliminated room relaxing on the same chair where the "Truth Serum" was injected. Once I woke up I was transported to my room and was told to stay in my bed for about an hour because I maybe still under influence of a drug. I felt totally normal, actually very rested and was ready to walk around, but since the brought my food and I wanted to check my phone I did comply and stayed in my room until the nurse told me that the time was up and I was fee to do as I wish.
Every day after the Sleepy injection treatment, there is a 1-on-1 counseling session scheduled for each patient. Since my procedure was so late in the day, my counseling session did not start until 6PM. I met with Sam, one of the old timers here. He was very professional, asked questions about my issues and me and offered a lot of advice and follow up literature. The last part of the “interview” is going over the questions and answers from the subconscious question and answer session from earlier in the day. During the first session the questions, which they asked, were almost if not all identical to the questions I filled out when I checked in. I don’t recall all of them, but mostly had to do with the addiction, my current situation, motivation, etc. In all there were about 12 questions. I think the session is design to determine if the patients answered the truth on their check in documents in order to provide appropriate treatment. I was honest during my first round, so my answers with the "Truth Serum" matched up with what I put on paper during a check in. I heard other patience tell me that they did not disclose their other addictions when they checked in. Smoking pot on a side along with alcohol is probably most common issue, so they were busted during this session when they disclosed additional problems.
Thursday – Day 4
Duffy # 2 = 8 drinks of alcohol
My Thursday was not much different from Tuesday. Like I said earlier, they alternate two treatments every other day, the only difference is that during the days when you have Duffies they increase the amount of medication injected into your arm for discomfort and double the amount of drinks you have to first consume and then throw up. I was ready for my second Duffy, because I know what to expect – just a notch up from my first one. Unlike on those days when the "Truth Serum" is administered, patients are allowed light meals for breakfast (eggs, toast, coffee, crackers), but no meat or anything that is difficult to digest. The reason is that they don’t want you to be clogging your nostrils or breathing channels with food while you throw up your alcohol later in the day. My second Duffy was again scheduled in the afternoon, and by 3PM I had my shot and started to download some wine. I purposely asked the nurses to give me some beer and vodka for my procedures; because although I did drink a lot of wine when I did I consumed it with food and did the least amount of damage hand over-wise using this type of drug. Vodka combined with beer what normally took me off my feet and sent me on the long binges, sometimes for days or almost weeks. This time I had 3 glasses of wine, followed by two glasses of beer. Once the beer hit my stomach I instantly started to throw up. It reminded me of my “good all days” when I used to hug the toiled after mixing different type of alcohol. I took a little break, cleared my throat and nose, and then finished off the rest of the drinks for a total of eight. It was not so bad. The nurse wanted me to throw up one more time in front of her, and with my experience in consumption of massive amounts of alcohol and puking and I no issues of performing. Once again I was wheeled to my room and told to think about my addiction. Once again after 30 minutes I was given another dose of alcohol repellent liquid (nasty stuff). Once I gulped it down I started to throw up again ejecting the rest of the alcohol in my stomach. After that nothing drastic really happen, except for mild version of diarrhea. I stared at the beautiful trees outside, did the homework I received from my counselor a day before, and just relaxed. My annoying neighbor next door told me that we had some pasta for dinner. I knew it would taste horrible, so I ordered take out Chinese and skipped on our 7:00PM daily meeting. Once in a while they also have a speaker that comes in after the 7:00AM session, and today was the day. It was Pat O’Day, the ex-patient, owner, and now spokes person for the hospital. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_O%27Day) Few days earlier one of the patients who already left the hospital was raving about his engagement, and I decided to attend. He indeed was a good, entertaining, and engaging speaker. In about an hour he gave a quick overview of the history of how it all began. The founders and their thought process behind the methods they developed. He also testified that this hospital completely changed his life, and this is why he is passionate about spreading the word. Interestingly enough he said that while at Schick he stayed in room # 13, which is the room where I am staying. He puked in the same toiled where I have a privilege now to spill my guts out, so I found something in common with him. I enjoyed the session and then retrieved to my room and worked on my computer until about 1AM.
Friday – Day 5
I was looking forward to my Friday for few reasons:
a. It was my day 5 out of 10 and I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
b. It was my Sleepy (procedure wise) day, and normally it just means that you get to relax for the most part, with the exception of few meetings and a counseling session. Nothing like throwing up in front of the bucket and then staring at the window.
Since I stayed up so late I was also late getting out of my room, and by the time I walked in the hallway it was empty, meaning that everyone else have beat me to the punch. I hurried up and pored myself a cup of coffee, not realizing that I am breaking “no food / no drink” policy on the day of a Sleepy. To top that I walked in with my coffee into the auditorium where everyone can see me, including the counselor. No one really noticed or said anything until after the lecture I started to make a small talk with the counselor and inadvertently volunteered to her that I had a Sleepy later on that day. That is WITH COFFEE in my hand!!! How stupid??? No surprise, but she rotted me out to the head nurse. In about 20 minutes I was paged to the nurses station where I was asked about my caffeine intake. I admitted that I had some coffee, but I threw it away as soon as I realized that it was a mistake. I know that the day before one of the guys did similar sin, and he was not allowed to participate in procedure, prolonging his treatment by another day (BTW – it will cost more too). I was super worried, but the head nurse cut me a break and pushed my treatment to the end of the day and still allowed me to proceed. I was as happy as it gets. After the second morning meeting I went to my room and took a long nap, until around noon when I was called for my Sleepy. It was awesome. I had the same anesthesiologist and she is a pro at finding my veins. After another dose of the "Truth Serum" I was out once again. Once I woke up and walked around for a while I had my counseling meeting. This time I had another guy as my councilor and he was kind of a dumbbell. He asked me few questions, sympathized with my stress, and gave me some homework. I was just glad that the dinner was only an hour away and I after my 7:00PM meeting I can retrieve to my room and do as I please.
Late at night I went for a walk. I was reflecting on some of the material from the lectures and the literature that was given to me by the counselors. They definitely drilled into us that alcoholism is a genetic disease just like diabetes or even cancer, with the difference that we can walk out of this facility healthy “non-users”. My mom left me a message while I was in the treatment second day in the row. I guess she thinks about me when I am either in pain or under sedation. I decided to call her back. After I gave her an update and let her know that I am doing well, she proceeded to rejuvenate her typical message that I need to get myself together and think about what I am doing as if though I am able to “make myself” stop drinking. I don’t blame her for not getting it, but it still rubbed me the wrong way because I know that there is more to it.
Day five was over, with only five more days to go.
Side note: some patients in recovery still take frequent trips to the nurse’s desk asking for various medications. I heard that some want anxiety pills, others do sleeping pills, and who knows what else. It feels like some people will always need something no matter what. I am just estimating, but about 90% of all patients and chain smokers. Majority of people here are treated for alcohol, but some are into heavy drugs, especially the younger crowd.
Saturday - Day 6
Duffy # 3 = 12 drinks
Going into day six I was feeling great. My last two aversions were fairly mild. Drinking 4-8 drinks was no big deal, even after the injection and ipecac syrup. I actually went to the nurse’s desk on Friday and requested to be given heavier alcohol and wider variety in order to have my bases covered. I must say that today my “wishes” came through. I had a new bartender (a nurse administering procedure). She was a young, tough, Asian cookie. She started me with the consumption of ipecac syrup and then made me walk around for a while. This is so that the liquid starts it function before alcohol is introduced into the scene. After about 15 minutes of wondering in the halls, she began serving me my vices. This time on the counter there was a bottle of Gray Goose vodka. As you remember from my earlier two occasions up until not I was only been administered wine and one bottle of beer. Today was a free for all. Out of 12 drinks I had to consume, probably at least 6 of them was vodka. I must say it put me on my ass. My first drink was vodka. Once I downed the first cup, the nurse gave me another cup with what I thought was water. She must have poured a shot of vodka into it while I was taking my first drink, so I drank the second cup like water. It was diluted vodka again. I immediately started to puke while sweating from my forehand and having chills. The procedure followed by another cup with vodka, then beer, and back to vodka. By the time we were finished I must have puked at least 4 times. I was glad we were done drinking, but experience did not end there. I went to my room feeling somewhat relived, but after laying on the bed for about 30 minutes and drinking a follow-up cup of worm beer mixed with ipecac I again began feeling horrible. Unlike my previous times I was not able to throw up for a very long time. My first attempt was about an hour and a half after I was brought back to my room. I puked two more times, with the last session being 30 minutes before the end of my 3-hour in room “mediation” routine. I still felt horrible even after that. It was definitely a new experience to remember. I have no idea how I am going to handle 16 drinks on Monday, but I can’t worry about it for now because tomorrow is a Sleepy day and I am just planning to get some rest. I did not even have an appetite like I did in previous days even though I had little to eat since I partially picked on two running eggs at 7AM in the morning today.
Sunday - Day 7
Sleepy # 3
It is Sunday, the Holy day today. My biggest challenge today will be to get a lot of sleep. I find that even on the days like this my mind tries to find any possible negative there could be. This time I wish my procedure was earlier in the day. It is scheduled for 11:30AM. I have to catch myself at doing so and tell myself to relax. It does not matter whatsoever about the time of my procedure, because I will be probably napping anyways after our morning meeting is over. This morning Paula was leading our morning gathering. She was lecturing on the negative affirmations we received while we were kinds. She was asking us to let go of these affirmations, because 75% of them are just not true. One of the patients that I liked a lot here was Mary. She is a sweet blond in her forties, but she is in very good shape and looks a lot younger. She ran around the complex each day and I admired her determination. What was even greater was that she seemed to have the talent to be able to connect with everyone in our group. I often talked to her about just things in front of the coffee machine. It is her last day and she shared the story of how she arrived to Schick Shadel. Two weeks ago to the day she was wasted at home and after talking to her husband she agreed to come to the program. She made a decision to do so under influence of her favorite beverage, and after drinking heavily on the airplane she checked in to the hospital at 3AM. In the morning she did not remember where she was. She did not even realize that she was in recovery center. Having said that she poured her heart into recovery. I could tell from her actions and words that she really wanted to get better. She is still timid about coming back home to her husband and daughter, but I know that if she stays sober her life will drastically change for the better. She will become not only more valuable to people around her, but also gain her self esteem back as a wonderful person that she is. I will miss her for sure in the next 4 days I still have to go in the program. I purchased my ticket home last night, so things are looking up and up from now. Just need to do those 2 more Duffies, and I hope the kick my ass and hurt because I want them to work.
Monday - Day 8
Duffy # 4 = 16 drinks
It is difficult to imagine for me that I am in day 8 by now. Tomorrow is my last counseling appointment and I need to tackle my relapse prevention plan sometimes today. The top issue on my mind for now is the 11:00am Duffy # 4 that I am waiting for. I had nothing to eat since last night, and my stomach is quarreling for some reason. It is either still recovering from the Chinese calorie bomb I consume last night or just generally unhappy because it is empty, but most likely I am just super nervous about the procedure. I requested Florence to be my bartender today again. She really got me good last time, making me sick to remember. We are going to step it up today by 4 additional drinks. This is the earliest Duffy session for me since I started, so at least I will be done with the procedure in a reasonable time to re-group before dinner. We have few of the “old timers” leaving today. A lot of the graduates are nervous about going home. At the end of 10-days most of us find inner piece and re-discover ourselves, but we feel like the walls of the hospital provide a security shield from out outside influences: toxic people, re-lapse triggers, boredom, complexity, and personal professional attention. We all know that not 100% of us will stay sober once we depart these doors, and this is why we hesitate to cut the cord. An added benefit of staying at the facility is the actual break from the everyday life. The fact that the hospital staff does not inundate us with busy work and hassle as I have seen in other programs allows us time to relax and re-charge. For many of us the drinking was a quick way to release our stress, and we are re-learning that slowing down in life can lower the amount of stress intake to begin with, in turn reduce the need to default to our old habits. I have an hour and a half to go before my Duffy, so I better get some water into my system.
It is almost midnight now and I had a long day. My Duffy session started 15 minutes earlier because Florence, my bartender wanted to get going sooner. I came in and consumed the Ipecac liquid followed by the glass of salty water and a shot in the arm. This time I think the increased my does, because I started sweating and throwing up even before I took my first alcoholic drink. We started with red wine, which was easier on me than stating with vodka, but then progressed to beer, vodka, and even whiskey. I asked whiskey? I never had it in my life, but I guess they want to make sure to demonstrate that all alcohol is disgusting. This time I was not counting drinks because I had to drink so many or maybe I just lost my count while I was puking. It felt like I have had at least ten drinks, but when I asked Florence told me that I was on my eight drinks at that point. WOW – eight more to go? More drinks and puking followed shortly after. When we got to twelve drinks I told my bartender that I couldn’t drink no more. She was going to make me swish and spit the rest of the 4 drinks I had lined up for me, but I told her that I was only joking and I wanted to do all 16. Yes it was bad; yes it took me a while to get back to normal; yes, I had a diarrhea afterwards; yes, I miss my family, but I really need to get well and this is what I need to do now kick start the process.
I got a new roommate Drew today. This is his first day and he is trying to get off the beer wagon. He is a little nervous, just like we all are when we get here. I gave him few useful tips on how it all works and he appreciates my help. Tomorrow is my Sleepy day and I am going in at 9:30am. Finally I earned my stripes and I will be done with the procedure before lunch. It will be fun.
Tuesday - Day 9
Sleepy # 4
I had my last sleepy early in the morning. Nothing was different this time in comparison to the previous session. I sat down in the chair, reclined, received an injection into IV and was knocked out. I woke up and finished my one-hour in room hold right before lunch, so things were falling into place more normally than other days. Today I was able to attend all 5 meetings because of light schedule and early procedure time. I felt very confortable strolling around hospital because I completely learned the system by now. It was just a matter of time and I was already imagining my exit out of the front door. My roommate Drew turned out to be a very nice guy. We spent some time just talking about nothing in particular that made my time go by a little quicker. I also was pleased that I was able to answer his questions and ease his anxiety level. As much as I wanted to have my privacy upon arrival to the hospital, my three roommates I had over the period of 10 days all turned out to be great guys. Tomorrow is another day, the final day.
Wednesday - Day 10
Duffy # 5 = 20 drinks
And so the final day came about. Having finally earned my seniority my last Duffy was scheduled for breakfast time, starting at 9:15am. My medicine kicked in very rapidly I had no problem getting nauseated and sick. I started salivating and feeling my stomach rebel 5-10 minutes from the start of this session. I was afraid that my bartender will start me off with vodka, but she reserved this malevolent drink for a later time. I had few glasses of cabernet and promptly started to spill them back into the bowl. I was taking my time because I felt sick from the medicine, and alcohol only added to the agony. After it seemed like I already had quite few drinks in inquired on the number actually consumed, and I was only finished six. With sixteen more drinks line up for me I had no clue how I was going to finish them all. I tried to pick up my pace and quickly downed two beers and some wine hoping that it would take me to a halfway point. It felt like it was more difficult to get to the same point in the drink count with each consecutive procedure. Even though it was unconformable experience It validated to me that the program was doing what it was supposed to; turn me off my desire even to small amounts of alcohol. I think I threw up about every 4th drink on average and an hour and ten minutes after I walked into the room I finished my twentieth drink. I had to wash them down with two more glasses of pure water in order to force myself to vomit for the final time and in order to get most of the alcohol out of my stomach. Shortly after I retrieved to my room and took a deep breath of relief. The last thing I had to do was consume another glass of ipecac in about 30 minutes and sit out about 3 hours in my room and I was done. I think I actually fell a sleep at some moment cuddling under the blanked. Woken up by a nurse who came in to check on my and take my pulse I glanced at the clock and I was almost done. Next time the nurse came in to see me she told me I was free to do as I wish. I took a shower, ate my lunch, packed my bags and called a taxi. Amazingly, I actually kind of got used to the place in 10 days and even though I was excited to leave, I felt appreciative to the staff and the others a like me who I spent a lot of time with together in treatment. In about 5 hours I will be at home and the life will go on.
Go to the 2nd blue tent on the north side. Ask for Danny. Tell 'em the Bone sent you!EverettGriz said:
Holy crap, Bear. After reading that, I may never take another sip of alcohol the rest of my life.
As Big Dog referenced, there are DIY sobriety kits available. At the close of the upcoming football season, I too will be launching my own home sobriety kit. It will include metal testicle netting and a small electric generator. Look for it under the brand name, Eunuchare.EverettGriz said:
*Eunuchare LLC makes no claims to the effectiveness of its home sobriety kit. It is sold without warranty as a novelty item.
**Enuchare launch date is tentative and awaiting FDA approval.
Bear Axed said:
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Congrats, BA.
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