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Post drinking doom/fear


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Friend of a friend of mine took some cocaine plant thing in South America which somehow fucked him up and gave him regular panic attacks. He now has a prescription for it.

Sound like a heavy dose of the post-bevvy fear but if it doesn't get any better soon or gets worse, someone at an ER would happily tranqulise the f**k out of you.

http://www.nhs.uk/medicine-guides/pages/MedicineOverview.aspx?medicine=Periactin

and he'll be fine in no time :)

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Still feeling shit, not really had any sleep just tossing and turning and I could have wrung my bed sheets out with sweat this morning. The level of impending doom has subsided a wee bit though

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It is just a dose of the fear. It gets worse as you get older so might be wise to limit the amount you are throwing back.

I think it may just be that, it's the worst I've felt though. Keep nodding off then waking up with a jolt (keep dreaming that I've slipped on ice and about to crack my head off the pavement or I've fallen off the roof of a building) sweating like mad

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I went to my mates last night for a few and to play FIFA. Came up the road at 1, sleeping by 2 and awake at 8. I remember the whole of last night, but can't help but think I've done something daft.

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I went to my mates last night for a few and to play FIFA. Came up the road at 1, sleeping by 2 and awake at 8. I remember the whole of last night, but can't help but think I've done something daft.

And then you get the call from her ;)

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Worst fear in a long, long time today. Three days straight on the piss, all my own fault. Deleted my facebook account, had my phone off all day. The only cure is time. Absolutely dreading going to sleep tonight - that's when the anxiety is at it's worst. I'll try and put today's experience to good use by using it to motivate me to kick the drink and get fit. What an awful feeling.

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Had terrible fear last weekend. Had a really heavy session on the Saturday and took till Wednesday to shift it. Ended up ignoring every phone call, text and knock on the door! Thankfully it past but was easily the worst yet. Duvet over the head and tears running down my cheeks!

Never touched a drop this weekend as I couldn't go through it all again.

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99 times out of 100, The Fear is just in your head.

I suffer it almost every year after my works Christmas do, even though I usually remember the entire night. I'm a bit of a naturally cheeky b*****d and when I joke with people, I always think with hindsight that they may not take my attempts at humour as humour at all. This is fine when I'm in work and everyone is sober and has their faculties about them, add drink and hindsight into the mix though and it does fucked up things with your head.

Worst thing though, is undoubtedly suffering 2 full weeks of it over the Xmas break before returning to work for confirmation that you didn't do anything wrong, it was all in your head, just like you kept telling yourself but wouldn't fully accept.

Example, last year I woke up after works do and was 100% fine. I remembered everything from 11am when it started, right through til about 11pm. I know I was home for half 12 and in the company of folk I get on with, so all was fine in the world. No fear over Xmas this year......until a couple of hours later when I picked my discarded shirt off the corner of the bedroom floor it found itself in and noticed it was torn across from shoulder to shoulder. A clean rip and I had no fucking idea how it happened. Then it happened.

Cue 2 weeks of worrying if I'd been escorted out the pub by my collar for some fucking mental reason, texting workmates didn't help, they'd left before me, but my Mrs said I came in without issue at half 12. So had to wait until I went back in January to find out.....I'd done heehaw wrong, left the pub to walk to taxi rank at 12 no shirt ripped or aggro. The only conclusion is I must have drunkenly pulled my shirt over my head instead of unbuttoning it like a civilised human being and in doing so, ripped it on my massive head.

It's wee stupid things like that though that trigger it. Every single time.

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