I was a mess and needed a plan. Five hours was an eternity. I decided to break it down into fifteen minute chunks. Twenty fifteen minute chunks. I would use my stopwatch. I didn't want to know what time it really was, I just wanted to count down each little chunk. Then, I realized that I had twenty-five pieces of cracker on the table. Again, I did the math, and decided that every twelve minutes, I would eat a piece of cracker, then reset my watch. When all the cracker bits were gone, five hours would have passed. It was the best plan that I could come up with. I looked at my watch. Three minutes had gone by. Nine more minutes until I could eat some cracker. Hopefully I could hold it down.
One hour went by. Then two. Things were getting worse. I was sticking to the plan - fifteen pieces of cracker were left, but it wasn't enough. I had to move. I decided to add push-ups back into the equation. I would do ten push-ups every twelve minutes and eat a piece of cracker. Three hours passed. I started to pace; I was out of the bed now. Then back in, then out. I couldn't stop moving. I tried to drink some water. Ten push-ups and a cracker. Four hours passed. Then I remembered, weren't they going to draw more blood? That would take time, too, to get the results. The thought put me over the edge. I scooped up all the cracker bits, threw them in the sink, and rang the nurse. 'Yes?' 'I need help,' I told her. It had worked with the police. 'I'll be right there,' she said. And she was. 'What's the matter?' she asked. 'Look,' I said, 'Can you draw my blood to see if my level is low enough for some medication? I can't take it. I'm falling apart.' I wrapped my arms around myself for emphasis. 'Well, let's see what time the last sample was drawn,' she said. 'It's been nine hours,' I said, 'I'm sure, I timed it with crackers. Please.' I was clearly losing it. 'OK, let me see if I can get someone from the lab up here,' said the nurse. I crawled back onto the cot with a low moan.
Stories and reflections on my own experiences with alcohol as I journey into recovery, starting with the end run. This is a story, so the oldest posts are at the beginning. I add to the back end. Best read from the beginning. Pay no attention to the date stamps, if you are looking for new additions, scroll to the end. There are 10 entries per page. Current count is 62 entries. A work in progress, of course, as am I.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Five hours to go, hopefully.
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