I had more or less wasted away my 2010. For whatever reason I lived to forget; I was a functioning alcoholic and spent most of my waking hours either drunk/buzzed/messed up or trying to get that way. To be honest I probably couldn't tell you a lot of specifics about last year and it was wearing on myself and my relationship with the gal that would end up saving my life. It all culminated December 15th, a night not unlike every other. I was hiding the fact that I was wasted from Kelley and after she went to sleep I drank my final bottle of MD 20/20, passed out and that was that...
...until the next morning.
I was sicker than I had ever been in my life. The most violent spell of vomiting conceivable for hours and I thought I was going to die. Not far from the truth, as it would turn out. I couldn't get off the couch so in desperation I called Kelley at work and my mother and pleaded for one of them to come and take me to the hospital. Actually, I was against going to the hospital but they were both adamant that we go so we managed to get me into the car and off we went. I don't remember a lot of specifics after we made it to the hospital aside from vomiting outside of the car and being wheeled into triage. At this point I think I believed it was a simple sober up and get hydrated situation but it turned out to be a bit more serious than that and my life-altering adventure began. I'm not sure when it was determined that I needed real medical attention but I was admitted to the hospital and began detoxing and was, according to Kelley and my parents, not exactly a model patient. I was fairly combative and disagreeable and not happy to be in the hospital. To any of my nurses/doctors/hospital staff that had to deal with me around this time I sincerely apologize for being an out-of-my-mind asshole. The staff at W-D did their best to keep me comfortable as we started to look at what really was wrong and how to make it better.
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