- Ghost wrote:
- i like a drink nicky, but only drink very little, in the house I will only drink 1 can in any one night.
we all love it but its no good to drink to much.
I can vouch for that young Ghosty.
Just spent 3 days in hospital then 7 days in a detox clinic,needles (which I faint over...woosie I know
), Vitamin/Glucose and Mineral drip 4 times a day via one of those nasty great big orrible 'valve' thingys in yer arm
) copious amounts of other drugs etc then 7 days in Rehab.... Mad thing is I was OK'ish after just 4-5 days...no cravings,no shakes, no more blackouts and fainting. The night before I was taken into hospital my missus called my mum and dad then I threw a wobbly and they called the ambulance...they did this test that test (stabbed me twice with needles
) and said id be OK'ish (with rest) following morning it was "right your coming with us to another hospital" (as the one in Wrexham is shoot
...between them and a local drug and alcohol clinic ive waited over 4 months for appointments and test results...waiting lists etc...CT scans etc...liver function tests the list is endless
)
Went elsewhere
Had my CT scan (must be a faulty machine..it said Ive got a brain and it's OK
) Awaiting some other test results (hopefully not too serious as im not back till this time next month
) They got me straight into an excellent detox facility called 'Birchwood' (which people come from all over the country to stay at
)
And Ive been off the beer for 17 days today,eating well,feeling positive and looking forward...im not out of the woods by any stretch of the imagination as the damage I have caused my family and partner is not going to be cured 'overnight' BUT im looking forward NOT back and dealing with problems one at a time instead of letting the beer 'ignore' them and then one day you find you have a stack of 'issues' to deal with (im sure Ghosty boy will know which Floyd song that relates to...
)
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."
Anyway...enough of my barbell....hope you lot are OK