Thought I'd bump this thread cos irony of ironies, after all the advice I handed out ^up there^ I had to ring myself an ambulance last Thursday night because there was a very good chance I wouldn't have been here Friday morning if I hadn't, I was that close to having done with the whole sorry charade.
Best thing I could have done. I wasn't
that drunk, I'd woken up still drunk with pretty much alcohol poisoning, I couldn't get the stuff down if I wanted to, two beers or something but I'd still been good as drunk all day. I was put into your usual little cubicle waiting for the nurses to get round to me, like they do. Took a couple of hours, probably to give me some time to sober up a little. Psych nurse came to see me first for an initial assessment, gave me Librium as a safeguard though to be fair I probably didn't need it, I don't get DTs. It was then a couple of hours more till the mental health crisis team got to me.
Loooooong chat with the crisis team, maybe half an hour of me just pouring out stuff, G*d knows where it all came from but they were so patient, gentle with me, so kind, they were truly lovely people to talk, it was such a relief having someone to speak to. We pretty much all agreed between us that I should stay overnight and we'd see how things looked in the morning. From there went into a small observation room to wait out the night.
Obs room was really quite funny, and fun. I know, last thing you'd expect, go figure, but there were five of us in there, all exact same reason. One had self-harmed already, one had been brought in by his partner cos he'd been drinking white spirit ( paint stripper basically

), couple of other guys who'd called an ambulance like me afraid for themselves. We had a great night, best thing could have happened to me. We swapped war stories, chatted booze and drugs, mental health, the lunacy booze brings out in you, all sorts. We all enjoyed it, and as ever with places like these it kinda puts your own struggles into some kind of perspective talking to people worse off than you.
About 8am I was calm, sober, and considerably cheered up, asked to see the crisis team who immediately let me home. Bit shit: it's all very well ringing an ambulance but they don't take you home again. I had to walk the four miles or whatever it is but so what, I've done further, I regularly walk to town. Be prepared people, always make sure you pick some money up if you've got any!

Saw the addiction unit next day, back on a bit more of an even keel.
So, yeah, that's it really. It was exactly as per my previous experience really already noted above. Just typing this up to reiterate the point: there is nothing to fear and everything to gain picking up the phone and making the emergency call. It's a life-saver.
