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Originally Posted by rakeme
Did any of you guys have any medical issues from your alcohol abuse? I was never at the point of drinking every day, but I would drink heavily once or twice a week for a long time and I started getting bad acid reflux/horrible hangovers with anxiety. I decided to quit drinking 2 weeks ago because of this and I'm hoping to never drink again because I can't just stop at 1 or 2 drinks. I also can't picture myself going to a bar with friends and not drinking because getting drunk was literally the only reason I would go.
Too lazy to type everything out again, here's a couple excerpts from my blog covering the health problems resulting from my drinking (I had been drinking a pint of vodka most nights for a couple years leading up to this point):
September 5, 2010
My stomach feels like there’s a giant balloon inside it that’s continually expanding despite having no more room to grow. This pain ebbs and flows for several hours and my wife notices a yellow tint to my skin while I realize my urine strongly resembles apple juice. Googling these symptoms brings a plethora of unpleasant results and we head to the Emergency Room.
“Do you drink alcohol?” A young doctor with the unenviable task of working the night shift on Labor Day Weekend systematically asks me.
“Occasionally I have a beer or two,” I say meekly while simultaneously looking to my wife for approval.
I tell him about the stomach issues I’ve had off and on, while admitting to over-indulging in heavy meals this weekend and generally poor eating habits.
They draw blood and do an ultrasound, but we spend most of the 6 hours in relative silence as I drift in an out of consciousness from the pain medication.
“This could be related to stomach problems such as gallbladder disease, but you’re jaundiced and your liver enzymes are very high, you’re showing signs of potential problems such as hepatitis, you need to have your blood drawn every few days to see if your liver functions return to normal, we’ll set you up with a Gastro-Intestinal Doctor that specializes in liver disease.”
I take a private gulp while covertly weighing the options of keeping silent vs admitting to my excessive vodka consumption. Silence wins the internal debate and I match my wife’s befuddlement at our current predicament.
We drive home discussing how I need to change my eating habits, I nod in agreement while realizing this is it, I’ve hit rock bottom, I have to stop drinking right now, I just hope it’s not too late. Despite being a non-believer I pray that this wasn’t anything serious, that I hadn’t done permanent damage, and that most importantly, I could get through it without my wife finding out the truth.
September 8th, 2010
I sit at my desk in silence, grinding my teeth in a futile attempt to abstain from clawing myself. It’s been 3 days since my last drink and I’m having one distinct withdrawal symptom. My skin itches feverishly, it feels like thousands of tiny insects are crawling over my body. The pain shoots between my back, shoulders, arms, and legs, seemingly never subsiding. I do my best to scratch only when I’m alone, knowing someone could put two and two together between the jaundice and itching and stumble upon the hidden truth.
This proves much easier in the privacy provided by my cubicle than at home. My wife’s concerned, but thankfully buys my explanation that itching is a symptom of jaundice, and it should subside when the jaundice dissipates.
We spent the next couple nights researching stomach conditions and discussing future doctor visits, but at work (between itching fits and my required job duties) I spend hours googling liver disease, alcoholism recovery, and the like. I try my best to remain optimistic, but part of me is convinced I’ve done irreparable damage. I shutter in disgust as I imagine telling my friends and family that I ruined my liver by secretly chugging vodka. What an embarrassing and pathetic way to die. And I can’t even begin to ponder the inevitable disclosure to my wife.
Fortunately the days go on and a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders as my liver enzymes regress back to normal levels. After a couple weeks my skin regains its regular paleness and my urine is no longer disgustingly dark. Publicly the incident is written off as an anomaly related to my undiagnosed stomach ailment, privately I’m elated that my alcoholism hasn’t completely ruined my life. I maintain my sobriety and let my wife know I’ve decided to quit drinking, citing various reasons without giving up the real one. I can tell she’s skeptical of my motivations, but she’s spent years hoping I’d utter those words, so she gladly accepts my declaration.
I did have gallbladder disease, but it was removed and has been fine since. When I was in the hospital after they removed my gallbladder I had a liver biopsy and it came back all clear. I'm just lucky it worked out the way it did, without the jaundice scare I might never have stopped drinking until my health problems got much worse, at which point it might have been too late.