17 Days
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17 Days
17 days ago I was standing in my kitchen at 4am with my phone in my hand debating on calling 911.
I felt like I was dying, shaking uncontrollably, heart pounding. I felt close to falling flat on my face from a stoke or a heart attack at any moment.
I'd had a relapse and had been drinking 20 beers a day (minimum) for 3 weeks straight, starting my day off as soon as I got out of bed. Eating very little, if anything, for 3 weeks.
I did end up calling 911 and was taken to hospital in an ambulance, a 20 mile ride, So, I had a good conversation with the paramedic riding in the back with me.
After they wheeled me in and turned me over to the hospital staff the paramedic came into the room before they left, put his hand on my shoulder, and said...'Get Better'.
I've never felt so close to death in my life.
So now, 17 sober days later, I'm seeing a counselor twice a week, which is really helping me along with some sage advice and tips on how to keep this going this time.....hopefully ....forever.
When I wake in the morning, I think positive thoughts about the sober day ahead putting myself in a good frame of mind before my feet hit the floor.
I only have 2 choices.
Life...or death from alcoholism.
A long time ago, I found that I liked to get hammered, I didn't intend to do myself in though.
Chose life.
It really is one day at a time, like they say.
I felt like I was dying, shaking uncontrollably, heart pounding. I felt close to falling flat on my face from a stoke or a heart attack at any moment.
I'd had a relapse and had been drinking 20 beers a day (minimum) for 3 weeks straight, starting my day off as soon as I got out of bed. Eating very little, if anything, for 3 weeks.
I did end up calling 911 and was taken to hospital in an ambulance, a 20 mile ride, So, I had a good conversation with the paramedic riding in the back with me.
After they wheeled me in and turned me over to the hospital staff the paramedic came into the room before they left, put his hand on my shoulder, and said...'Get Better'.
I've never felt so close to death in my life.
So now, 17 sober days later, I'm seeing a counselor twice a week, which is really helping me along with some sage advice and tips on how to keep this going this time.....hopefully ....forever.
When I wake in the morning, I think positive thoughts about the sober day ahead putting myself in a good frame of mind before my feet hit the floor.
I only have 2 choices.
Life...or death from alcoholism.
A long time ago, I found that I liked to get hammered, I didn't intend to do myself in though.
Chose life.
It really is one day at a time, like they say.
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