Something I’ve always noticed and am going through now. Sometimes I’ll drink too much the night before and be concerned about a hangover the next morning. Morning comes, and almost always my first thought is “gee I feel like shit but actually this is way less bad then I was expecting” this misplaced optimism gets washed away at an indeterminate length of time later when a wave of awful nausea crescendos to a peak of crappiness before gradually receding leading me to think “maybe that was the worst of it” only for the cycle to repeat.
This happens even when the hangover is not one severe enough to have caused vomiting. Feeling sick from drinking too much I understand, but I wonder what’s physically happening during the peak of these waves that’s not happening during the troughs.
Are you sure you are in control? You sound just like my aunt’s husband.
He was a vile human, but that’s because I never saw him sober. My mom and dad used to tell me how he was a nice and respectable person in his social circle.
Used to drink a lot after marriage, didn’t work a day in his life (he inherited all the riches from his landlord father), beat his wife and daughter, and also lost his assets under the influence to random strangers. His leg had to be amputated around 2010 because he was bitten by a rat snake, and it turned into a gangrenous wound. He died of liver cirrhosis and multiple organ failures around 2018. For an alcoholic, who used to drink every day, he lived for a really long time.
Not to give you any scare, but the pattern is so striking, it looks like you have a real drinking problem. You need to get help for that ASAP before it turns to ruin your life.
While it’s cool to show concern for someone who might need to hear some words of encouragement for getting help (well, minus the scare tactics of a dead relative story), you seem to have conflated this poster’s description of the ‘pattern’ a night out drinking can take with a ‘pattern’ of problem drinking every day, or far too often at least.
What they described is perfectly familiar to me, someone who drank to a level of bad hangover on occasion when I was young and having dumb fun with friends. As I got older, that type of fun got less important and the amount I drink came down to a drink or two, rarely, when I can afford a nice whisky or something.
Basically, someone recognising how a night of social drinking can turn into a hangover isn’t necessarily the cry for help you seem to have read it as