Thank you, Joe and Susie! I really appreciate your kind words. Deeply appreciate them, in fact. Reading something like that is a balm during a hard time, and I thank you. It's so wonderful to know there are other people who understand, especially when it seems most of the world thinks it's about will power.
For the others who have posted, thank you for the suggestions. I do appreciate the spirit of helpfulness. Thank you! Yes, I have read the book. My understanding was that I was to take naltrexone AT LEAST one hour before drinking, and that it would stay in my system for up to/around 24 hours after that. I believe this information came from watching the doctors talk on the documentary, but I've taken in a lot of information from various sources so I can't recall the exact source on that one. I cannot take naltrexone with a "small" meal. I vomit. Not just nausea--vomiting. That won't work. I wouldn't even be keeping the pill down. I'm hypoglycemic, so I can't wait until late in the day for my large meal of the day, so I just have to get the pill down when I can with my large meal (which I have to finesse my way into and force myself to eat--it is very difficult when your life is ruled by nausea and food seems repugnant). This is really not that simple, or I would have already been doing it. Isn't that always the way with these situations? If there were an easy fix, we would already be doing it that way! In terms of missed doses, should I count the ones I've thrown up, or not? Not simple.
I'm happy to report that after three months, I finally experienced some relief for the first time last night. I still live with nearly constant nausea, but I was able to socialize last night without feeling obsessed with the alcohol. That has not happened for me in many years. I went to a knitting group with my daughter--the moms knit and have wine and the kids play. I can only drink one drink at this event because I have to drive home, and usually I just sit there the whole time thinking about how I wish I could have more, and how I can't wait to get home. Last night, I didn't even finish my one drink, and I didn't even think about it! I just enjoyed chatting with the moms. THAT is new, to make an understatement. Then I got home, and my husband's adult daughter paid us a surprise visit. She stayed about three hours. I nursed between 1 and 1.5 drinks during that time without suffering. My sister, who has been abstinent from alcohol for ten years after years of heavy drinking, used to describe the feeling she had after one sip of alcohol as a "giant thumb pressing down on her until she drank more--and more." I always felt that was a perfect description. Last night, for the first time, I didn't feel that. So grateful. So grateful I'm willing to vomit.
