Well it's been one week. This time a week ago I was in accident and emergency being prodded and probed and analysed by all and sundry before doing an assisted detox. I still remember them asking me to put my hands out in front of me and they were shaking so badly I was embarassed. I couldnt lift the cup of water to take the diazepam they'd offered me. A total mess. Today, well it's 2.30am, I feel much better. I'm still not eating much and sleeping even less but I haven't had a drink and that is all that matters to me right now.
Stay strong everyone.