Here’s my background: I’ve been drinking heavily the last four years (Everclear 151), I started out drinking probably half a fifth three maybe four nights a week. That progressed into drinking, over the last two years, about 3/4 of a fifth four or five nights a week and eventually every night with the occasional night off as mandated by my girlfriend. The last, maybe 5 or 6 months (time has been kind of blurry), I started hiding a bottle in the car, getting to work and mixing a drink around 10 A.M just to keep my buzz going from the night before ( I get to work at 6 A.M.). I’d have a second one or two before going home and either crashing out or getting totally blitzed, because, hey, it made work more fun and my cow-orkers, especially the servers (I’m a cook) love drunk me. Drunk me is quick with a joke, and he’s waaaay more sociable than sober me. I just want to point out I’m very functional when I’m maintaining a mild buzz. I pay more attention because I don’t want to get caught and I don’t let the stress of the kitchen get to me.
Anyway, over the last three weeks, I found myself not enjoying it as much and that I was only doing it to keep the shakes and the nausea away. Don’t get me wrong, once I got home and really started pounding them down I enjoyed it, but the next morning, about 12 hours after my last drink, I’d start getting the shakes and sick in my stomach so I’d go out to the car and pour myself a drink.
Last week I seriously thought about quitting, kept thinking about it over and over until Monday (It’s thursday night now). I came home from work with a couple of drinks in me, rationalized to my girlfriend that we should drunk up what we had in the house and that would be it.
So we had one last blowout and I woke up Tuesday morning still feeling pretty good. About 12 hours after my last drink, I started feeling nauseous and getting the shakes. “Fine”, I said to myself, "I’ll watch TV, browse Reddit, masturbate, whatever it takes to keep my mind off it. It just kept getting worse. Luckly my girlfriend worked that morning so I didn’t have the car or I might have went to the liquor store and got relief. Eventually I started vomiting which really sucked because I had nothing in my stomach, and the shakes got worse. My body ached and my head hurt and by the time my girlfriend got home, I couldn’t do much more than lie in a ball and wimper, only getting up to dry heave. I realize I probably should have went to the hospital but I toughed it out and here I am on Thursday, alcohol free since Tuesday. I feel pretty good, and I REALLY want a drink, but I’m gonna tough it out.
I guess my question is this…How long does it take to totally detox from alcohol until the physical urge goes away? I realize the psychological urge will always be there but I’m talking about the urge that feels like a bottle is tugging at your heart to come buy it. I’m in the process of looking for a Councillor or outpatient place that’s accepting new patients and/or accept my insurance to help me with that and some other issues but I’m just curious how long this physical need lasts.
Sorry for the wall of text…If this was the wrong forum for such a lame question I apologize but quite frankly, typing this out took my mind off wanting a drink and maybe strengthened my resolve a bit.