Hi. I’m Chris. I’m stupid. Don’t be like me.
My journey started back in 2018. From memory, it was either gallstones or acute pancreatitis. Was diagnosed with fatty liver and raised liver function. Drank way too much and ate too much garbage.
Scared me to death. Quit drinking and ate a strict diet. In 6 months I lost 3 stone. Continued to eat healthy but I did have a drink. Was causing no issues. I felt great.
Then…..Covid hit. Although a key worker, my work was customer based so was completely restricted to what I could do. More often than not, I was home for 10 - 11am. If you remember, it was a glorious summer. I sat out in the garden just drinking. Come the evening, it was bbq time.
2021 I changed jobs. Still with the same company but a completely different role. I was then an engineer so fairly active. Now, I’m more management so desk bound or driving hundreds of miles.
The weight was piling back on but in myself I was happy. I’d found a new partner so all was rosy in the garden.
Leap forwards 3 years (June 23) and I’m back at the doctors. Had the pains back. Had bloods again and an ultrasound. The usual fatty liver again and elevated liver function was the outcome.
We’re now in May 24 and I’m 1.5 stone heavier than I was at my heaviest in 2018. I do not look after myself and I’m again scared to death. I’ve had my bloods done again today as my blood pressure has been slightly high and my bloods will come back abnormal. I know they will.
I’ve asked the NHS for help and all they did was refer me to a health coach who just challenged me not to drink on certain days. This isn’t what I need. I have a problem when it comes to the weekends. I binge on every.
Last year I was drinking most of the week but now Monday - Thursday I don’t touch a drop. I work hard and I am so so tired come the weekend all I look forward to is a beer and a wine. Sad eh!!
My mental health is plummeting because I just cannot find the motivation to do anything and I know my physical health is getting serious.
I know I have to wait for my results but the outcome worries me. I feel so at peace when I have a glass of white in the sun and I feel so relaxed from the past week.
In 2018 I was scared. Now, because I’ve been on the journey, the damage I’m causing no longer scares me. This in itself worries me.
What will be, will be. I picture me dying. I picture myself with cancer. I’m 47 and I’m thinking like this and all because of the dreaded alcohol that at the moment, is destroying me bit by bit.
Certainly not looking for sympathy as I don’t really deserve it but I’m looking for light at the end of the tunnel.
Is there anyone who thought as dark as me that came out the other end??