Two Bottles of Mouth Wash and 42 Nips Later

Two Bottles of Mouth Wash and 42 Nips Later.

Two Bottles of Mouth Wash and 42 Nips Later

In the midst of my chugging listerine I still attend my college classes. Remarkably,I still manage to get high grades in four of my classes.They always say peppermint makes you more focused so, in my sick mind, maybe the mouth wash is helping me.Then again, the tremendous stomach pains tell me different.

I have no class on Friday and I am driving around aimlessly drunk. I have had it. I make a call to the alcohol dependency program thinking they may have a spot for me again. The social worker named Bob picks up the phone. “Hi Bob it’s Kara. I was just wondering if you have anymore vacancies in the program? ” I ask with a slurred tongue. “Been drinking Kara?” Bob asks. “Yes…all day. For the past few weeks” I sadly admit. “Are you driving? ” questions Bob. “…yes…” I respond. “If you can come down to the hospital please do. We can talk then.” He calmly insists.

Stupidly I drive myself to the hospital. I walk up to the ADP wing. Bob’s waiting for me in the hall. We walk into his office and sit down. “Kara I’m going to have to give you a breathalyzer. ” I blow into the plastic tube and end up being well over the legal limit. “Okay. Kara I’m going to have to take your keys. I am bound to do this.” I comply with his orders.

Bob looks at me sympathetically. He too is an alcoholic but has years of soberity. “We are going to have to admit you, you know that right?” I nod in agreement. “Well we are going to have to go through your car to make sure you don’t have any alcohol in there once you are released from inpatient.” Two female social workers walk down with me to my car. One is carrying a garbage bag, she is well prepared. I open my car and empty nip bottles basically pour out of my car. In all, we collect 42 empty nip bottles and two empty bottles of listerine. Once everything is taken out I am escorted to admission.

I’ve done the detox rounds before and just go along with the procedure. Once in the unit I sit in the common area. I haven’t had a drink in 4 hours. The pains in my stomach become unbearable. I run to my rooms bathroom and begin vomiting blood. I tell no one and fall on top of my small twin bed. Something bads approaching. I’ll soon find out when I awake…