Has anybody here successfully gone through rehab after falling off the wagon? I told my consultant at the time that allowing me to cut down wouldn't work - it's like dangling a carrot in front of a starving donkey - but he asked me to try anyway.
Well, I've been trying for a year, and getting nowhere. Effectively, he told my badly-wired brain that I can have alcohol, which I knew would end badly, and it has done. He also took me off Spironolactone, and now I have ascites again (only very mild, but enough to concern me: I've spoken to his secretary today on the phone, explaining that I really need this medication, and she is calling me back tomorrow).
I genuinely think that rehab is my only safe option now; if I don't do something I'll just drink myself back to where I was four years ago, and I don't ever want to be that close to death again.
If you've gone through rehab on the NHS, could you please tell me what it was like? I would like to ask my GP for a referral before I lose my nerve concerning being away from my husband for any length of time. Thanks.