So, my last drink this time was on Friday. Could not get to sleep Saturday night until 5am Sunday, which is part of the detox process. Woke at 7am after a very vivid dream which had me lying in bed in the same position. I freaked, not knowing which was real. What most concerned me was how my left foot was numb and my fingertips tingled. I thought it was a stroke on top of what seemed like a panic attack. A quick survey showed that it probably wasn’t a stroke (I have a set of tests I use when I fall off a ladder; dont you?) and a trip to WebMD showed I was exhibiting almost all of the classic symptoms of a panic attack, down to the tingling.
Don’t know why I drink. I don’t even like it. But now I have this reminder, on top of the seizure in January in which I totalled my car and lost my DL for six months, to show that withdrawal is a bitch and I shouldn’t start back up.