Hi BV and welcome,
First, I can't believe you went to four doctors and couldn't find one educated and enlightened enough to explore this life-saving treatment. Shame on them and the medical community at large for not embracing TSM and other protocols that are saving lives, at a much higher rate than our AA devotees. I'm reminded again how rare it is and what a gift to have a doctor like mine. When I went to see him in early July after a two-week bender (after 14 months AF and years in and out of AA before that) I was fully expecting to be sentenced to rehab or start my 2nd medically-supervised detox. Instead, he very calmly asked how many times had I tried abstinence/AA and failed in the past 8 years? About a dozen times, I said.
So he suggested I try something different, and here I am. Prior to this most recent relapse, I was already heading for a collapse of some sort, because my work, too, had become all-consuming (being a top performer like so many of us, I was accustomed to those 80-hour weeks, which eventually take their toll.) The perfect storm hit with the proverbial last straw at work and I went home with a bottle instead of a last-minute project. Then my boyfriend of 5+ years, the one who had so tenderly nursed me through my detox last year, told me that he didn't sign up for "this," another relapse. I guess that's where his urnestly-professed unconditional love stopped.
Following the worst 4th of July weekend ever, I'm taking a medical leave of absence to deal with acute depression and to wrangle control of my drinking. Fu*k what having a prescription for Naltrexone does to my future insurance. Because like you said, to paraphrase, what good is a job (or an erection or whatever) if you're dead? Sometimes I think it's a blessing that I still have about 13 years worth of photos and memorabilia to put into albums so my son can remember what his childhood was like - luckily I was sober from before he was born up until he was 10, when I left husband #2 and relocated from Laguna Beach to the great Northwest for a promising career change. That's one of those silly things that keeps me going. The sad prospect of a life undocumented by trips to Legoland and school plays.
But enough about me. What do you think of me? (Name that movie, anyone, for bonus points.)
BV, one aspect of your story puzzles me. You can't tell your current girlfriend about your real situation with alcohol and that you're dealing with it? The subterfuge continues?
Here, anyway, you can be honest and accountable. You're off to a great start and I'll look forward to reading about your progress.
Note to Cindy - you do have a friend, even if from afar
