Tag Archive: Alcohol


Trip to the Pub Revisited

What a silly idea to think that getting drunk could be a regular thing for me.  I had a hangover this morning!  I fell asleep almost immediately last night when I went to bed.  I didn’t get a hangover on the wine though, only on Guinness.  So maybe it depends what I drink.  But I don’t want to develop an alcohol problem, I couldn’t afford it for one thing, and for another I don’t want high blood pressure and a pickled liver.

I first thought that being drunk was a good alternative to my usual state of mind when I was in Bulgaria and things were happening there.  My psychiatrists want me to believe it was all in my head, but I know it wasn’t.  How they have the face to say something they weren’t there for was all in my imagination I can’t quite fathom.  They command people’s lives because they can’t or won’t believe what some people go through in the outside world.  I know I dealt with it badly but that doesn’t mean I’m mentally ill.  It really was happening, it wasn’t in my imagination.

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Trip to the Pub

There is a pub 2 minutes walk away from us, on the other side of the road.  I’ve been in there a few times, and I was there tonight.  I went there tonight with the express intention of getting drunk.  I had 2 pints of guinness, but I was nowhere near as happy as I was the other day, unintentionally, on 2 glasses of wine in the Hilton restaurant.  I don’t go there that often, but I like it when I do.  They were doing lunch at half price, so I got a light 3 course lunch for a reasonable price.

Tonight at the pub there was a very sweet older couple just sitting at a table with some drinks and a packet of crisps.  The woman smiled at me.  As soon as the football match started they moved tables so they could see.  I looked at them and thought ‘there’s nothing wrong with this’.  An old couple enjoying a pint and a football match.

There is a lot in the Bible about getting drunk and how it’s a bad thing.  I enjoy being drunk, though, it makes me more mellow.  And Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding when they ran out and the guests were already well oiled, so what was he saying by doing that?  Would He have sacrificed a belief that it was wrong to be drunk in order to rescue a family from the social disgrace of running out of wine at a wedding?

I like to go on my own and just be with everyone else there, even though I’m not with anyone.  I like to soak up the atmosphere and just sit there on my own and enjoy it.  A few people smile at me, and I smile back.  It’s just a place to sit, with a drink and maybe some food, that isn’t the hospital.  I would do it at home if I had a home, with the radio or tv on, or something on my laptop.

Frozen Shoulder

Today I was told that caffeine and alcohol are both bad for frozen shoulder, which I suffer from.  Apparently they block the action of natural anti-inflammatories  in the body.  The good news is things like turmeric and soya are good for it.  Last night I read that it can be linked to menopause and one woman found it helped to start HRT, in spite of the risks, as she said.  I understand there is an increased risk of cancer or something if you are on HRT, so obviously I would rather there was another remedy before that.  I saw a tweet from someone who was actually going to have an operation to solve the problem.  I was told it takes about a year to work itself out, but  something I read last night said it can hang around for seven years.  The article I read last night, recommending HRT, said it is a form of tendonitis and/or arthritis.  It is completely debilitating and painful, right down my arm, sometimes, and into my hand.  All the pain is on the outside of my arm, and it’s a nightmare.  I’m also getting the feeling that all the different choices of remedy might or might not work.  Some people say exercises work, but some people have steroid injections when exercise doesn’t work.  From what I can gather it is caused by something sticky in the shoulder socket.  I can lift my arm quite a bit as long as it isn’t outwards, the way the physiotherapist wanted me to lift it.  It makes me unfit for any real physical work.

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