What do you mean about the doctors giving me a 'line' and are you saying the cysts are a major complication?
[ Sorry, I was out in the hills the last three days, not ignoring you. ] I meant that I still don't like doctors using a weak correlation to tell you "another sip of booze will kill you on the spot". For one thing, they say that any time you show up in the ER with an alcohol-tangent problem. Another, what if there's a cause they're ignoring? We'll find out it's a specific kind of salami that makes just the right size of gall stone for a flare-up. That's a real cause of pancreatitis, and it is possible to pass the stone, before you get an ultrasound. Why not tell us that, instead of the booze thing?
I'm more prone to believe them about pseudocysts. My understanding is that they don't really go away, it's just the active enzymes get walled off with scar tissue, so your pancreas starts to be like a liver with cirrhosis. I don't think them "popping" is a real concern, more like causing
chronic pancreatitis (we had the
acute version), which means taking pills with enzymes every meal and being constantly in pain (from indigestion), since by then the pancreas is kind of withered and dead inside you.
I think that since you spent a week in ICU, plus pseudocysts, you had a typical bad case, while my worst was eight days in a regular wing, and most of that was just because a mild fever wouldn't stop. So, you have to ask, how much weight to put on a doctor's opinion v. serious injury or death?
when I was able to have my first sip of water I was over the moon
The nurse cut me off of ice chips cause I was eating so many. I had the Ex sneak me little cups of water. It was awful, when I could barely sleep I'd have dreams of waterfalls and hamburgers.
When you was drunk 2010-2012 was that heavy and every night?
Heavy would be an understatement. I was going for Nic Cage in "Leaving Las Vegas." Only I was leaving Oakland, so there's some crack involved too. Twice woke up admitted to the hospital, intubated; maybe two dozen ambulance rides after getting scraped off the pavement, twice told my alcohol content--one was over 0.560 and the other around 0.530, who knows if those were the highest, after I started getting neurological exams before they'd release me. So that was a kind of rough period for me.
Where did you move to which caused your drinking to be severely restricted,
The Ex (can't understand why she'd be "Ex" after all of this), left me in a parking lot in Los Banos, ninety miles from Oakland. My parents dragged me home from there (I totally could have owned Los Banos). My parents did their best to stop it, but eventually total lack of any form of money did it.
Here in the US we do have what are called Sober Living housing, sometimes Halfway Houses. I'm sure there's an equivalent where you are, if you think those restrictions will help. Of course, that includes being sober from
everything, including benzos.
There really seems to be no real alternative to alcohol, it's such a shame. My own fault of course though.
I'm beginning to think that's a learned attitude, and I'm definitely the socially awkward guy at the party who needs alcohol on board stat to even talk to someone (then keeps at it until twenty minutes later he's already pissed off the host's wife and pissed on the stereo). It could be like aversion therapy, where if you hate spiders they just throw spiders at you until you stop screaming. Be social until you're no longer unsocial.
Likewise, get a different after-work routine going for like four months until you forget the effects. You really will discover that just sitting for fifteen minutes is all the adjustment you need.
Scrofula - If you don't mind me asking, what are your drugs of choice to socialize, unwind at home and whatever else now that you have had pancreatitis attacks several times now, I really am interested.
First, I'm still in-between on escaping this basement, so it's still unfair to say that I've got a drug of choice for that. If I moved out tomorrow with a steady paycheck, I can't say for sure that I wouldn't have a six-pack a day going by Wednesday.
BUT, not that I could ever recommend it, just having a new drug meth around, was enough that I haven't been drunk since February, and have a half-pint of liquor sitting here since June. I think it's because my short work gig earned me some cash, and I can go get drunk in secret whenever I want now. So I don't.
My mind is like a pissed-off five year-old, I guess.