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Alcoholism Stories

photo by Laura Mary This is one of my alcoholism stories . It shows how alcoholism can kill in so many different ways and most of them are not direct (i.e. alcohol poisoning). Jane had a mini binge about 2 weeks ago. It lasted 4 days. As usual she became sick when she came off the vodka. She became extremely anxious as usual and her stomach was highly irritated as it would be after pouring neat vodka into it without any food to help soak it up. She called a doctor at about 10 pm who as far as I can tell refused to come out. She called an ambulance, which came about an hour after being called. She was taken to a local hospital. She called me at 5:45 am the next morning to say that she had been diagnosed with appendicitis. I was surprised as there was no sign or symptoms of this beforehand. She had an operation shortly afterwards. I did some research on the appendicitis and found out that one symptom is sickness and another is abdominal pain both of which Jane had after a binge. Anyw...

Alcoholism Stories

I have told some alcoholism stories on the blog but the actual story of how Jane became an alcoholic makes less interesting reading. She became an alcoholic about 25 years ago. Before she crossed the wire to alcoholism she was drinking more and more, just just like anybody else. She enjoyed it. It helped her forget. She says her mother didn't want her and wanted a boy instead. She says her mother could hardly bother to name her. I think someone else suggested her name and her mother took it as the first available and easiest route. She failed to spot the danger signs as she drank more and more. There is always a moment some time before you conclusively cross the wire when you are aware that you are approaching the wire (meaning the moment when you have no choice whether you drink or don't and there is no going back to the days of choice). Since the time she became an alcoholic she has in my humble opinion not given enough importance to controlling her drinking. She almost accep...

Alcoholism Stories

Alcoholism stories I have got in abundance. Here's one. Jane was staying at my house, which was a town house, with the living room on the first floor and the main windows on the first floor. This was some years ago and I wasn't living with her at the time. I was working at the time. I had locked the front door when I left for work despite the fact she was in the house and drunk. I did this to try and keep her from getting more drink when the booze ran out. She has a habit of going to the local shops looking like a tramp, completely drunk and wide open to being mugged etc. Anyway I left the key in the kitchen. About lunchtime I got a call from the fire service. They asked some questions to identify me and explained that Jane had called them to say she had been falsely imprisoned and could they release her. They came in force and erected the ladder to the first floor window and carried down from the window. The police where also there. All this in full view of the neighbors etc. ...

Alcoholism Stories

Alcoholism stories are something that I know a bit about, being a victim of an alcoholics behaviour. There's a nice story already on this Blog - the story of Christmas day ahhh so lovely.. Here's a another from a memory full of them. There are more to come. About 5 years ago my alcoholic partner wanted to go to the theatre to see a pantomime . The theatre was not that far away and she organised the tickets. I drove the car. We parked not too far from the theatre and she said she'd direct us to the theatre on foot after parking. She couldn't do it. She was confused and lost. Bad news and clear signs of the booze. However, but for the fact she was confused I couldn't tell she was drinking (I am better at it now). So, we get to the theatre (I kind of knew how to get there). She wants to go to the toilet when we get there. Fine. We get to our seats and during the performance she criticizes the show, unjustly (the booze talking). By the time of the intermission she ca...