Don’t dox yourself btw. It’s the storytellers prerogative to take a bit of creative license.
Well here’s my worst: I relapsed after having dropped my tolerance and the EMTs scraped me out of a ditch and took me to my job, although thank God I don’t work in the ED. Apparently I said something to the effect of “just let me die” which wound up getting me a babysitter (suicidaldrunksitter?) and wound up having to talk to a pgy-2 who very clearly (and nervously) recognized me. Fortunately my hospital is relatively with it on the evidence-based-practice even in behavioral health so he knew to wait until I was sober again to do a full assessment, because that would’ve been a whole week down the drain in grippy sock jail.
I’m still contemplating the first line. Interesting that people can lower their tolerance. I’ve heard people say before that it’s impossible to reduce tolerance, even recovering alcoholics who have been sober for years, find their tolerance is the same as it was years before. But perhaps it’s anecdotal and everyone’s different.
My second thought is the abbreviation ED for emergency department. Frustrating that ED can mean three different things.
Eating disorder? Erectile dysfunction? Oh you went to the emergency room. We call it the ER in the United states.
IME it comes back quickly if you ease back in but if you just go out to the bar and knock back 6 shots at once like you used to the EMTs very much will be scraping you out of a ditch. That’s how most experienced addicts OD, by not thinking about it and remembering to slow the fuck down with their dosing after holding together sobriety for a while.
