Life in the Asylum (I mean Rehab,) Part 2


Day Two—OMG!!! Detox symptoms had kicked in. I NEEDED a drink, no, LOTS of drinks. My body started to shake, my heart rate rose until I thought it was coming out of my body. All I wanted to do was vomit and crawl up into a ball and die.

Luckily, the place was CRAWLING with Dr.’s, so when I cried out, they came. Drug after drug entered my body in the hopes to relieve some of my suffering. This was really the first time that I realized the severe damage I had done to myself.

Eating was impossible. Even trying to drink liquids became a thing of the past. Ginger Ale seemed to be the ONLY thing I could keep down, and even THAT burned like the strongest acid, turning my stomach to mush.

Anxiety was daily and my mind, once sharp as a tack, became muddled like Jell-O on STEROIDS. Needless to say I was a mess. At this point, I wondered if I had made the right decision, but then, I remembered my mother dying of this horrible disease and realized that I did NOT want to go through the same horrible nightmare.

Day after day, I experienced the same routine; get up, puke, try and eat, puke some more, CURSE like a DRUNKEN sailor not getting sex, and then back to the drugs. Life was just a bowl of cherries. Was I REALLY doing this?

Group therapy I enjoyed, it was very helpful hearing the different trigger points causing others to drink. Interestingly, people came here from all walks of life, from the wealthy celebrities, to regular working people, alcoholism plays no favorites.

 What I thought was interesting was almost everyone here came from a background of alcohol abuse in their immediate family. The information I gained from these sessions was invaluable and helped me to realize that I was where I NEEDED to be.

To be continued…


Life in the Asylum (I mean Rehab.)



I am BACK; thank the deities I am back. I thought I would NEVER get out of that place… THEY refer to it as PARADISE; I referred to it as the looney bin for recovering drunks. Honestly, never have I ever seen so many drunks gathered together in one place, it was like a drunk’s reunion.

I must admit, I walked in tall and determined, but that was because I had already had a couple of drinks ahead of time to prepare myself for the long awaited DRY SPELL. I got there and the administrator IMMEDIATELY yelled at me for drinking, YIKES!!!!! I am NOT used to people yelling at ME, I am the one who usually does the yelling.

After quivering like a baby, my guide, a FOXY lookin’ chick showed me to my room. It was stark; it had two single beds, two dressers, a common desk and a window. Ahhhh the window, thank God for the window. It had a beautiful view of the pond and water fountain… Spewing Vodka I was hoping, NO such LUCK!!!

I met my room-mate, a nice woman with a beard of a Circus lady, and the breath that could kill all the zombies off in case of a zombie attack. WOW!!! We shared stories and then it was time for dinner.
 Ahhhh the food, the only one GOOD thing I can say for the place. I had a sumptious dinner of steak, salad, bread, roasted asparagus and coffee. For dessert, they had the best bread pudding I have ever eaten.

After dinner, they ran a general AA meeting where everyone got up and told their stories. I had them in tears. I know, I am such an attention hog, shoot me. We concluded the evening with the Serenity Prayer and then we all went back to our Cells rooms. Lights out by 10:00 PM, day one over and the journey begins…I will end here and pick it up later.

Until Later…