I made a post last weekend about my first day sober. Thought I would update that message. I hit the one week mark (after a month of step down). Sleep has not be great, but it is getting easier. My energy level is up some, but I'm hoping for more as time passes. Cramps are subsiding. Is it normal to have sneezing fits?
Hey that is a great start.From what I hear yes sneezing is part of what most go through.You sound wounderful though.You have your energy back already thats even better,KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK & PLEASE LET US KNOW WHO IT IS GOING.....mj
Yes sneezing is a good thing if you think of it as your sneezing all that mess away out of your body itt will refresh you I am 13 days into it and I feel better energy level is up a little but is getting better.....But keep that sneezing and think good thoughts will doing so ....................Good luck keep posting post often even if you just want to say hi..........
Hi,
Congratulations on your time, keep it up. Yeah, sneezing is part of it, at least for me and my wife they were. Sleeplessness is as well. Hang in there.
I'd like to type a little more but I'm just a little tired right now, I just wanted to say
congrats to you....
Take care.........Bob
Congratulations on your time, keep it up. Yeah, sneezing is part of it, at least for me and my wife they were. Sleeplessness is as well. Hang in there.
I'd like to type a little more but I'm just a little tired right now, I just wanted to say
congrats to you....
Take care.........Bob
Thanks for the encouragement. I know how strenious typing is, so I hope you get some rest ;-) I'll drop in periodically to update or ask questions. Have a wonderful weekend.
Bob,
After a little reading I realized how inappropraite that last comment was. I apologize for the insensitivity. I had no idea at the time.
After a little reading I realized how inappropraite that last comment was. I apologize for the insensitivity. I had no idea at the time.
Congratulations Fisherman .You are on the other side of the nasty stuff . I know I am repeating what others have said but I had sneezing fits as well .They actually did feel kind of good . By your screen name I thought I would mention that we are having the best season for striped bass in twenty years here on Cape Cod .I would be out there now but it is pouring . Tommorow rain or shine I am going out . Isn't it great that you can now start to enjoy the simple things in life without worrying if you have enough meds in your pocket to get you through the day? Well done and welcome to life ! Rob
I had a couple fishing trips where that was an issue. It is hot down here in TX, so the LM Bass spawn is over (I was self-detoxing and missed this year.) I have a story you might like. I posted it on another board. It is interesting for me to reread it with more clarity.
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If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing rods.
Several years ago, when my group of buddies were pretty green to fishin', we decided to take a trip to a local lake to do a little nighttime cat fishing. We took off to a collapsed bridge "island" in a particularly shallow part of the lake. From that location we could cast to an underwater creek bed.
I had a BPS Pond Prowler, a 9'6" plastic hull boat with a trolling motor, and another guy brought his latex pool boat (that'll do, right?). Another reasonably smart fella' decided to try a double lined trash bag, figuring the crossing was no more than, say, 39 gallons deep. We stopped by the beer store and grabbed a few cases. (Yeah, I know, but it was late and we guessed it would be a short night.) Nothing but the best; Lone Star and Keystone
We had about 100 yard between the shore and the bridge. We hit the shore and loaded up the beer prowler with the cases. A "beer tender" sat in the front, and I steered from the stern.
The trash bag crosser went first. (Obviously, we were not going to miss this by going first!) He was spectacularly unsuccessful. His shoes and the rocks tore the bag to shreds within 10 yards. He returned drenched, demoralized and defeated, but still comfortably drunk.
The "pool raft" guys challenged us to a race, so we took off for the bridge. The shore had been sheltered from the wind, so we were a little surprised by the stiff breeze we encountered. The poor raft guys quickly fell behind.
Did I mention that when we were at the beer store the "beer tender" had to grab some Imodium? He assured us everything was OK. Well, about half way there things changed (or remained the same, depending on whom you ask.) Neither one of us is particularly shy, so he hung his rear off the bow as he clutched the beer cases for counter balance.
Naturally, the wind whipped up a vicious wave that hit us with impeccable/despicable timing. The boat shuttered, lifted, and came down hard. Our beer tender was knocked off balance and, seemingly in slow motion, fell into the water. His pants, formerly around his ankles, were lost in the commotion, but some how he got a hold of his boxers. He heaved the fallen case of beer back on the boat (crisis adverted!) He swam holding the boat the rest of the way to the bridge. I don't suppose he could have gotten back in the boat without a major upset of balance, but I think the real reason he remained in the water was to rinse his boxers. Thank goodness the weather was warm.
The latex "dingy" made it to the bridge some time latter. They were completely exhausted and flat out refused to take part in the ferrying operation. I went and got the rest of the guys, who had a great view of the drama, one by one without any major incident.
The fishing was slow, but the guy that tried to cross in the trash bag was skinned-up a little, but he had imbued enough to not notice much. He'd invited a new guy that we didn't know too well. Apparently our newbie was on Anibuse, a court ordered drug, because of a DWI conviction. After a few drinks he got deathly ill. Mr. Trash Bag took care of him.
After a couple hours the sick fellow was well enough to ride in the boat without puking. We started to pack up. We had a stringer with a couple fish, but water moccasins had ruined the meat.
The "dingy" sprung a leak in a collision with the bridge (I'm guessing.) The crew made it half way across before realizing that they were taking on water. With the wind at their backs this time, they made it to about the same place the trash bags tore apart before sinking. Since they were sitting at the time it didn't matter. They were wet from head to toe and shaken up with the thought of snakes.
I conducted the rest of the moving. I got 4 of the remaining 6 before my battery was too drained to finish the mission. The two pitiful guys left had to swim. Anyone ever try to swim holding their rods and tackle boxes? None of the equipment made it back. Oh well, the Wal-Mart specials had striped plastic gears and were not even suitable for a cat toy winch. We wrapped the evening up and headed home.
Great memories! Great Friends! I was one of the few that made it back without having to dry out the contents of my wallet.
I can't wait to do a winter trip. Could you imagine us on a deep-sea adventure?
"Many men go fishing their whole lives without knowing that it is not the fish they are after." - Henry David Thoreau
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If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing rods.
Several years ago, when my group of buddies were pretty green to fishin', we decided to take a trip to a local lake to do a little nighttime cat fishing. We took off to a collapsed bridge "island" in a particularly shallow part of the lake. From that location we could cast to an underwater creek bed.
I had a BPS Pond Prowler, a 9'6" plastic hull boat with a trolling motor, and another guy brought his latex pool boat (that'll do, right?). Another reasonably smart fella' decided to try a double lined trash bag, figuring the crossing was no more than, say, 39 gallons deep. We stopped by the beer store and grabbed a few cases. (Yeah, I know, but it was late and we guessed it would be a short night.) Nothing but the best; Lone Star and Keystone
We had about 100 yard between the shore and the bridge. We hit the shore and loaded up the beer prowler with the cases. A "beer tender" sat in the front, and I steered from the stern.
The trash bag crosser went first. (Obviously, we were not going to miss this by going first!) He was spectacularly unsuccessful. His shoes and the rocks tore the bag to shreds within 10 yards. He returned drenched, demoralized and defeated, but still comfortably drunk.
The "pool raft" guys challenged us to a race, so we took off for the bridge. The shore had been sheltered from the wind, so we were a little surprised by the stiff breeze we encountered. The poor raft guys quickly fell behind.
Did I mention that when we were at the beer store the "beer tender" had to grab some Imodium? He assured us everything was OK. Well, about half way there things changed (or remained the same, depending on whom you ask.) Neither one of us is particularly shy, so he hung his rear off the bow as he clutched the beer cases for counter balance.
Naturally, the wind whipped up a vicious wave that hit us with impeccable/despicable timing. The boat shuttered, lifted, and came down hard. Our beer tender was knocked off balance and, seemingly in slow motion, fell into the water. His pants, formerly around his ankles, were lost in the commotion, but some how he got a hold of his boxers. He heaved the fallen case of beer back on the boat (crisis adverted!) He swam holding the boat the rest of the way to the bridge. I don't suppose he could have gotten back in the boat without a major upset of balance, but I think the real reason he remained in the water was to rinse his boxers. Thank goodness the weather was warm.
The latex "dingy" made it to the bridge some time latter. They were completely exhausted and flat out refused to take part in the ferrying operation. I went and got the rest of the guys, who had a great view of the drama, one by one without any major incident.
The fishing was slow, but the guy that tried to cross in the trash bag was skinned-up a little, but he had imbued enough to not notice much. He'd invited a new guy that we didn't know too well. Apparently our newbie was on Anibuse, a court ordered drug, because of a DWI conviction. After a few drinks he got deathly ill. Mr. Trash Bag took care of him.
After a couple hours the sick fellow was well enough to ride in the boat without puking. We started to pack up. We had a stringer with a couple fish, but water moccasins had ruined the meat.
The "dingy" sprung a leak in a collision with the bridge (I'm guessing.) The crew made it half way across before realizing that they were taking on water. With the wind at their backs this time, they made it to about the same place the trash bags tore apart before sinking. Since they were sitting at the time it didn't matter. They were wet from head to toe and shaken up with the thought of snakes.
I conducted the rest of the moving. I got 4 of the remaining 6 before my battery was too drained to finish the mission. The two pitiful guys left had to swim. Anyone ever try to swim holding their rods and tackle boxes? None of the equipment made it back. Oh well, the Wal-Mart specials had striped plastic gears and were not even suitable for a cat toy winch. We wrapped the evening up and headed home.
Great memories! Great Friends! I was one of the few that made it back without having to dry out the contents of my wallet.
I can't wait to do a winter trip. Could you imagine us on a deep-sea adventure?
"Many men go fishing their whole lives without knowing that it is not the fish they are after." - Henry David Thoreau
Great story .Sounds like a normal day of fishing to me .lol
