BuenaVista wrote:
... I would not live with either a crazy person or an abuser, and in fact, I didn't. I had a brief, disastrous second marriage that many middle aged guys have when they find themselves single after 20+ years of marriage and monogamy, and I married CRAZY. CRAZY and alcohol-addicted, actually; when I met her I didn't drink and she said once, later, "I was afraid you didn't drink." (Thanks, Mom, I finally married you.) So I think it's up to us to get our **** together. No one can really help. I don't really care if I have a genetic predisposition or if I have reasons to self-medicate or if I'm just self-indulgent: no one can help me or make the decision for me to change my circumstances.
Questions to the experienced: does NAL so quickly affect one's sensual enjoyment of alcohol? Is this really possible? Does it endure? If so, I have just been delivered a get-out-of-jail card. I probably don't deserve it, but I don't care at all.
Very much enjoying your posts; don't you dare think about editing or censuring yourself. Please. It's good therapy, not only for you, but all of us, too, and will be useful in the days and weeks and months to come. If you don't capture it in the moment, the nuances of feeling will slip away. We all need a witness to our journeys; here we have many, even is some only view and don't actively participate, we can never know what words or anecdotes may strike just that precise chord in someone to prompt them to take the next step.
I'm particularly enamored by your description of waiting in line at happy hour in the liquor store. We all know the cycle of scheduling our visits to various liquor outlets; I live in a tiny town, so it was/is even more important for me to stagger my, ahem, patronage. A couple of humbling moments come to mind; one time going through a convenience drive-through to get a couple of bottles of wine. When the cashier handed me my ATM card and receipt, she said, Oh, your last name's ______. You must be Jackson's mom. Yup, that's me, mother of the year. Didn't return to that establishment until it was for a gallon of milk many months later.
Another was a day I took an early lunch, because my hands were shaking and I felt so wretched that I wanted to be at the liquor store when it opened at 11am. Like you, I had already come prepared with a large to-go cup of ice, some cranberry juice, and 7-up I believe, to which I poured from the fifth of vodka procurred at said establishment. I don't know if that particular cocktail has a name or not, so I'll just call it the BenderEnder. I always went in with my own recycled bag or my large Prada tote; otherwise you're walking out with a paper sack screaming DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE - THIS MESSAGE COURTESY OF THE STATE OF IDAHO.
My, how we plan and scheme for our drink. My hope is that one of these days soon I'll turn that kind of day-in-day-out thinking to more positive passions. Anyway, I'm sitting in my Jeep, gratefully sipping my BenderEnder through a straw, and I watch as the people come and go, clutching their screaming brown bags. At least most of them went home or wherever they were headed. Me, I just sat in the parking lot until I felt I could stomach returning to work.
So see, I'm the CRAZY alcohol addict you swore not to marry. And I'm sure my XBF (of 5+ years until last month) is thanking his lucking stars he didn't marry me. Though, curiously, I just got txts from him last night and today (what are we, 16? No, I'm 54 and he's a very young, handsome 62) after not hearing from him for weeks, well, since I started TSM. He misses me. He's praying for me. Love, R. Totally co-dependent relationship. I have a feeling I know EXACTLY what he's missing, or I'm just being particularly demeaning to myself. He's been sober 15 years (cocaine but he doesn't drink or do anything) so he knew exactly what he was getting into since I was still drinking (and admitted being an alcoholic) when he met me. Anyway, I second your thoughts that this has to be done on our own. Although I'm lonely, I prefer that to him being one of the witnesses to my struggle right now; he's seen plenty.
Regarding your questions, according to Drs. Eskapa, Sinclair, and Whiting (mine), one 50mg pill is all you need per 24 hours. Best taken close to when you plan to drink, at least one hour before. If I was drinking around the clock, I might add an extra 25mg mid-way but even that shouldn't be necessary. Again, I'm just going by the book. Others talk about drug half-life and whatnot, but Nal stays in your system for 48 hours, hence the advice about
receptor upregulation: “Naltrexone offers a window of opportunity for pharmacologically enhanced learning of healthy behaviors. If you last took naltrexone on a Friday afternoon, Saturday is a washout day, when the medication is being removed from your body. Starting Sunday afternoon, roughly two days since your last dose of naltrexone, you are in a state where patients report that doing those alternative behaviors is especially reinforcing. A highly flavored meal tastes great. Even the first bite of chocolate is fantastic. Sex is more rewarding. Exercise feels marvelous. The supersensitivity gradually disappears over the next few days, so it is wise to make an effort to engage in the healthy activities during this window while you get more reinforcement.”
Excerpt From: Eskapa, Roy. “The Cure for Alcoholism.” BebBella. iBooks.
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As to the sensual enjoyment, that has varied for me. I so tired of making the liquor store rounds that I joined a couple of wine clubs to take adventage of the generous introductory offers. With the Nal, I've definitely experienced a slow-down in my rate of drinking, and sometimes, yes, it almost made me nauseous, but other times I've still enjoyed the taste and in fact took great delight in recording thoughts on various varietals.
Everyone's experience is different. I hope yours continues its auspicious start.
Cheers!
Sheryl