I know that word is powerful, I had so many 'could have been dead' things happen to me as a direct result of my drinking, that I am sure my luck would have run out eventually.
That's if I'd not drunk myself to death.
After a binge I'd wake and not be able to do anything for 8-10 hours, often unable to stomach anything, wretching on bile, sometimes diarrhea coming out the other end.
Once after laying in bed most of the day I ventured out for more booze and collapsed in a supermarket, waving a £10 note worried they'd not sell me the bottle I was buying. I insisted on walking home, and drank that night away.
I fell down the stairs, another time fell onto a fire and took the skin off my arm.
Jumped into a fast flowing river in the middle of winter. Spent a night in a notorious quicksand bay, went for a midnight swim in a loch. Turned my car over during a car crash trying to turn away from the other vehicle. Loads of stuff. Nutted the doorstep with my nose during in icy winter, didn't remember that but pieced it together.
My nose was going red with the first drink. I was weak and sick. Often I felt such despair I walked in front of buses and lorries when crossing the main road.
Years back I got in to taxis with men I didn't know, was taken to places I didn't know.............then didn't know how to get home.
I also took overdoses, 40 paracetamol at a time plus booze. 30 UK units each day of each session which might be 4 hours, or up to 4 days. A Dr told me I would be dead in 10 years, this is now 10 years on.
I am convinced I would have died. My body would have given up, or I'd have been in a tragic accident.
