Friday was the day I lived for it's an alcoholics holiday! I would often pick some beers up during the day and take them back to the office with me, having my first drink around 3pm I'd finish 3-4 before leaving the office at around 5pm, I would then generally make a stop at the local pub, I'd have at least 2 pints at the pub which I would down in quick succession as I was rushing to get home so I didn't upset my partner too much (Who hated me going to the pub), I'd leave the pub & then head straight to the bottle shop where I would grab either a carton of beer or a bottle of something, Once home I would sneak it into my backyard using a shelf I had installed for that exact reason, I did this for two reasons, I was ashamed of the amount I was drinking and it would avoid an argument with my partner as she knew what the end result was going to be if she saw how much alcohol I was intending to drink. Once the booze was in my back yard it was basically an all you can drink, I would drink until I would black out and eventually pass out. Great Friday night hey?
Saturday I would generally wake up on the couch after not making it to bed, I would wake up feeling like absolute shit, (I suffered bad with hang overs) my head would be pounding, my gut would be tuning I'd be tired dizzy and hungry. To top this off I'd have my two kids who were 2-3 or younger at the time full of energy and wanting their dad to play with them, this was just not possible and I would be grouchy and abrupt with them, and just not want them to be around me! A big regret I have. Saturdays wouldn't get much better I'd generally be hung over the entire day and not wanting to do anything, complete waste of a day. If I started to come around later in the afternoon I would go and get some more alcohol and do it again, if not I would remain sober Saturday night and start again Sunday.
Sunday I hated, as I never wanted to drink but very rarely resisted. I would always drink during the day on Sunday and I would do this to help recover more by Monday, quite often I would have had my first drink well before 12pm on Sunday and by 2 - 3pm be well and truly drunk. I would never completely right myself off on a Sunday the way I would on a Friday or Saturday night but I'd still be plenty drunk to most people's standards, I'd hit the water around 7 - 8pm and try and sober up the best I could so I could get to work the next day and at least be somewhat functional useful!
Weekdays I would start the Monday feeling average due to drinking Sunday, I would try to remain sober on a Monday and most weeks I would manage to do this, by Tuesday though I was feeling back to almost 100% at least what I thought was 100% so I was ready to hit it again, again i would try to drink as early as I could so I would stop on the way home from work and pick up at least a 6 pack, I would then down these beers as fast as possible to try and get the biggest effect I could from them. If I had only got a 6pack it was never enough, I would always end up going back down the bottle shop to get more. I would always stop drinking by about 9pm and hit the water to try and sober up as much as possible ready for work the next day. The rest of the week would
follow a very similar script, walking that fine line between almost being not functional at work and just managing to get there and get the job done. My work was affected by this, but this is another story for another day.
My drinking problem wasn't so much a drink every day type problem I could occasionally go 3 - 4 days without a drink, my problem was when I drank I did not have a ceiling, I did not stop until I could not physically for whatever reason get any more alcohol into my body. The only think that stopped me from drinking more was the hangovers and having to allow myself to recover before I drank myself to oblivion again.
Success built from failure,
The Alcoholic Entrepreneur
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