I switched to moderation. Is it going well? Well, sometimes. I am a self proclaimed beater of alcoholism and drugs. You know, only 8–10 beers a day and a few bumps of my medicine.
Last night something struck me like no other night. I was taking intermittent naps, which was weird enough, but I woke up as if something was wrong.
I was in full blown panic attack. It felt as if something had taken over my body to the point I couldn’t breathe.
The paramedics pretty much know me by name. I freak out when I drink alcohol. The meth actually made my hospital stays less often.
Some fluids and a lorazepam later, I’m getting sent home. With Xanax. Finally, they want to prescribe me what I’ve been asking for, for ages now.
No one cares if I go to the hospital anymore, I am there so often. But the great folks always seem to take care of me. I’m not too sure they are giving me the medicine they say, but that’s another day.
