Alcohol, hints, tips, advice etc.

[MCFC Wirral]

I’m out for a couple on my own and have just spotted a lad who was seriously ill late last year. He was hospitalised with cirrhosis of the liver and told to pack drinking in. He did for a few weeks but started again. Lo and behold he’s pissed.

One night his girlfriend was in the pub crying because she was so worried about him. We all sat round her trying to calm her. Needless to say she left him and is seeing someone else.

I’m unsure how old he is. Maybe 45. He’ll not make 50 the way he’s going in. One night he was shaking my hand for twenty seconds telling me what a “proper nice bloke” I was.

It’s actually really sad when you think about it.

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Well, Day one again. I've made this post a few times over the last months but don't see a point in my participation here if I won't be honest. Did in the majority of a bottle of brandy watching us against Bayern the other night. Yesterday was terrible.....shaking, vomiting, sweating, couldn't eat until 5pm. I'd woke up at 5am on the couch yesterday and scuttled off to bed, vague memories of making toast but the mrs told me I'd smeared butter all over the counter and bizarrely, set up a step ladder in the middle of the floor and left my socks next to it. No idea what was going on there. Still feeling a bit sick today. I'm frustrated but won't be excessively cruel to myself, I'd been escalating towards this since having "just a few" beers in Spain, the path is clear to see.

 

[gordondaviesmoustache]

Well, Day one again. I've made this post a few times over the last months but don't see a point in my participation here if I won't be honest. Did in the majority of a bottle of brandy watching us against Bayern the other night. Yesterday was terrible.....shaking, vomiting, sweating, couldn't eat until 5pm. I'd woke up at 5am on the couch yesterday and scuttled off to bed, vague memories of making toast but the mrs told me I'd smeared butter all over the counter and bizarrely, set up a step ladder in the middle of the floor and left my socks next to it. No idea what was going on there. Still feeling a bit sick today. I'm frustrated but won't be excessively cruel to myself, I'd been escalating towards this since having "just a few" beers in Spain, the path is clear to see.

Of course there’s a point in participation. It’s better that you excercise episodic control over your drinking than none at all. It’s a complicated issue.

I’ve massively cut my drinking down in recent weeks after being told to by my GP, fuelled significantly by knocking neat spirits on the head, but I too lapsed on Tuesday. Couldn’t get to the game due to an incredibly intense couple of days at work, which my job throws up from time to time. 18 hours work on Easter Monday, two hours sleep on Monday night, up at 4am on Tuesday and finished about 7pm on Tuesday. It was fucking insane. As usual, after a couple of days like that I needed a drink to unwind and as I’m on a low carb diet for a couple of weeks, a bottle of malt provided the only feasible answer. Not going to lie, drinking that, and watching that performance felt incredible.

Woke up the next day, poured what was left down the drain and went again.

Don’t regret it, but recognised it’s another Pavlovian response that I need to unlearn. I’ve broken the urge to go to the pub most nights, and this is no different.

Don’t know what advice I can offer you other than not to beat yourself up too much and to ask you to recognise that whether this is a blip or becomes a course of conduct is principally up to you.

 

[Scottyboi]

Well, Day one again. I've made this post a few times over the last months but don't see a point in my participation here if I won't be honest. Did in the majority of a bottle of brandy watching us against Bayern the other night. Yesterday was terrible.....shaking, vomiting, sweating, couldn't eat until 5pm. I'd woke up at 5am on the couch yesterday and scuttled off to bed, vague memories of making toast but the mrs told me I'd smeared butter all over the counter and bizarrely, set up a step ladder in the middle of the floor and left my socks next to it. No idea what was going on there. Still feeling a bit sick today. I'm frustrated but won't be excessively cruel to myself, I'd been escalating towards this since having "just a few" beers in Spain, the path is clear to see.

Brandy is the worst alcoholic beverage for hangovers it fucks up your gut microbiome. So hard to break the habit of drinking whilst watching football but it can be done takes time though, I was drinking a couple of AF beers during the world cup and eventually stopped even wanting them. It's like you have to retrain your brain as we have been conditioned since kids really that drinking and football go hand in hand, well the majority of social things we do really but football especially.

When I was out in Denton the other night and saw some middle aged man steaming making a **** of himself, jeans hanging off his arse I felt sorry for him there is no way he is enjoying himself. And he looked like he could drop dead any day was mad.

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

@gordondaviesmoustache thank you for re-framing this in a slightly more positive way for me.

@Scottyboi thanks for your post too, and I never realised how bad brandy is for the gut but what you said there makes a load of sense as my gut still isn't settled even now. Was beginning to worry I'd done some proper damage but at least it makes more sense to me now. Sad to hear about the fella in Denton too....

 

[Trevor Morley's Tache]

Well, Day one again. I've made this post a few times over the last months but don't see a point in my participation here if I won't be honest. Did in the majority of a bottle of brandy watching us against Bayern the other night. Yesterday was terrible.....shaking, vomiting, sweating, couldn't eat until 5pm. I'd woke up at 5am on the couch yesterday and scuttled off to bed, vague memories of making toast but the mrs told me I'd smeared butter all over the counter and bizarrely, set up a step ladder in the middle of the floor and left my socks next to it. No idea what was going on there. Still feeling a bit sick today. I'm frustrated but won't be excessively cruel to myself, I'd been escalating towards this since having "just a few" beers in Spain, the path is clear to see.

Fair play for sharing. Not easy.

A mate of mine once did a shit in his kitchen bin when he was pissed, so smearing butter on the worktop and setting up a step ladder is pretty tame in comparison. Another mate of mine was woken up at the top of his stairs by his kids climbing over him to go to the toilet. He was naked but for a single sock. Drink almost ruined his marriage, but he eventually turned it round. I broke a rib about 15 years ago when I was hammered, and to this day I still have no idea how.

Reading your posts, perhaps you might need a bit of extra support to help keep you on track?

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Reading your posts, perhaps you might need a bit of extra support to help keep you on track?

I don't think you're wrong here. I recently missed an online counselling session due to a hangover and told the truth when we next met, and my counsellor suggested the same. Certainly not an idea I'm against as so far it seems I can only get so far on my own steam before I end up caving in again.

 

[Trevor Morley's Tache]

I don't think you're wrong here. I recently missed an online counselling session due to a hangover and told the truth when we next met, and my counsellor suggested the same. Certainly not an idea I'm against as so far it seems I can only get so far on my own steam before I end up caving in again.

Do your family know the full extent of your struggles? Maybe a bit of a lifestyle change at home would help?

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Do your family know the full extent of your struggles? Maybe a bit of a lifestyle change at home would help?

The mrs knows what I'm like, and tried to talk me out of it the other night but I was having none. She's very good really and I don't want any goodwill to start turning into resentment, we've been there before in the past when I drank much more regularly but less destructively - my last few have been edging toward that disaster style drinking again.

My family back home know the score but I don't drink with them as I struggle with both of my parents when they've had a drink. Probably how the mrs struggles with me, come to think of it....

 

[Trevor Morley's Tache]

The mrs knows what I'm like, and tried to talk me out of it the other night but I was having none. She's very good really and I don't want any goodwill to start turning into resentment, we've been there before in the past when I drank much more regularly but less destructively - my last few have been edging toward that disaster style drinking again.

My family back home know the score but I don't drink with them as I struggle with both of my parents when they've had a drink. Probably how the mrs struggles with me, come to think of it....

Sometimes you just have that moment of realisation, and it becomes a catalyst for change.