Photini said:
I decided to quit it, and one night I woke up shaking but frozen in place. I couldn't move, and my whole body was trembling all over and sweaty. That was very scary. I couldn't even tell you how long it lasted...I didn't have anyone there to help me.
Whoa, I didn't even know about that. I already told her that Xanax is extremely dangerous to mix with alcohol and she sounded shocked but has done it anyway. I should tell her about this.
I might just be "churchgirl" to her, but I'm the only one who's willing to be woken up by her at six in the morning to make her "hangover cure". (I've ordered her not to cook when she's drunk or she's taken drugs, instead she has to wake me up and I'll do it for her. Otherwise she leaves a huge mess and leaves the oven/stove on for hours. I got a burn on my finger just touching the top of the stove--not the burners--when she had left the oven on one night.)
I think I just heard her get up, so I think she's gotten through the night okay. (Her waking up usually involves a prodigious amount of loud indie rock so I know it's her.) I was afraid to go to bed last night in case she got into trouble or decided to go find cocaine after I went to bed. But I spoke to her around 2AM and she seemed reasonably coherent--she apologized for knocking down something of mine in the bathroom four hours earlier when she had taken a shower. Right after the shower she'd been too drunk to remember she'd knocked it down about a minute after she did it, so she didn't tell me then. So it was a bit comforting to know that once reminded, she now could remember knocking it down long enough to tell me.
God bless you for being there to help her and not turning your back on her.
Thanks Photini. She's my friend and I feel like I have to look out for her--none of her stupid drug dealers care if she lives or dies, who else is going to do it? Her mom lives in Charlotte so she can't be much of a help. I do have her name and phone number in case we need to do something like an intervention.
Fortunately, our RLC lives right across the hall (RLC=capo de tutti capi for the residence hall). If she gets in trouble I think he's supposed to know first-aid, which is better than nothing, since sometimes, for some reason, ambulances and fire trucks take forever to get here.
(I've seen a fire truck take twenty minutes to get here when it was a
real fire upstairs, which is absolutely insane. Someone trapped in the building would surely have died of smoke inhalation by then.)
