At the moment I'm drinking a bottle of whisky and probably 30 beers every 2 weeks.
Wow, while not as bad as some I have known, that is seriously not good.
In my chosen lifestyle, it is all too easy to start the morning with a breakfast beer and a wee joint. This was especially true when I lived in South of France where we had 360 days out of 365 of glorious sunshine. As a result, I am all too familiar with alcoholism. In the UK, the final, [terminal] stages of alcoholism are often hidden from public view. Generally, when alcoholics get to that stage, they are put into sheltered accommodation, and, unless you have direct knowledge, most people are completely unaware of how bad it gets.
For example: In squat I used to stay in, an old 1930's style garage, we had a number of dogs. We kept finding what we assumed was dog poop in the living area. Man did those poor dogs got grief, that is until we discovered the
old clochard, (early 40's,) was the one doing the pooping.
When asked why? He replied: "If I go to the toilet someone might steal my wine"
Okay, take your wine with you: "But if I do that, then every one will think I am an clochard."
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This was the guy from whom I learned my skills as a raconteur. He would go out at night and make around a FF1,000 [£100]. In the morning he would
give all of it to his 'put', (pimp) for a cheap bottle of wine that cost around £0.60 His pimp also also got his monthly disability allowance, I cant remember exactly how much it was, but roughly $700 or £800.
We took him out to an old abandoned farm one time, and encourage him to take a bath in a horse trough. Even from 15 metres away, the stink was appalling, he had been pooping in his pants in order not leave his wine unattended.
During the his last three months, his physical condition would have made the
Marquis de Sade weep. His skin was like paper and bruised at a glance. He had ulcers all over his body until his kidneys and liver finally collapsed. To cap it all off, he was still drinking right to the end.
I could tell you dozens of stories like this, and none of them are pretty.
Stopping drinking is not easy, but the alternative is much worse. Getting a hobby can help, music painting, 3D graphics, animation, travelling, what ever turns you on. Group therapy is not for everyone, but if you think it might help, it will definitely get you out of the house. That last part being particularly important. Breaking the routine where you automatically reach for the booze is the key to successfully coming of the booze. So, a young, energetic big dog that needs lots of exercise might help.
Note: Only get a dog if you are serious about taking care of it and giving it the care, attention and exercise it really needs.
