True story of delirium tremens. Delirium tremens is scary! One comment on “A typical case of delirium delirium”

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Of, in my opinion, six cases of observations of delirium tremens (Delirium Tremens - literally, “shaking darkness”) in people, I only once saw a person in an excited, restless state. Usually people behave quite calmly. Until you listen to what they say, you won’t understand at all that they are having an attack of alcoholic delirium.

And I didn’t see anyone’s hands shaking too much. Well, maybe I'm just unlucky. In this video, a man shares his impressions of his meeting with aliens. Look, are his hands shaking? He calmly talks about how extraterrestrial guests came to him, gave him a new lock, repaired his sofa, rubbed him hand in hand and disappeared...

If you don't listen to what he says, it won't occur to you that he's having an attack of delirium tremens. Everyone's vision is different, depending on what a person is thinking about. Once upon a time, in my distant youth, I foolishly tried powerful psychotropic drugs and ate 14 tablets. I started having severe hallucinations.

So, I didn’t believe in aliens. Naturally, I didn’t consider various monsters to be reality. He was not afraid of mice or spiders. And snakes have never caused me any panic fear. I had a lot of friends back then and I thought mostly about them. This is probably why my friends came into my room, appeared from under the bed, talked to me, then disappeared.

At first it was clear to me that my visitors were hallucinations, it was interesting. Then I began to accept everything as reality. The analysis of what was happening turned off, as if in a dream. And although my condition was not delirium tremens (the next day, after sleep, everything went away), the principle is the same. These are all mind games.

Then, many times recalling this experience, I thought that it was fortunate for me that various dragons and snakes did not come to mind, otherwise everything could have ended for me in a mental hospital. So, if delirium tremens seizes someone who has aliens or some kind of monsters on their mind, then we can expect that they will visit the patient.

When a person is overly afraid of attacks by hooligans, robbers, bandits, then, most likely, a squirrel attack will give rise to persecution mania. And mental complications, more serious consequences, can already be caused by the shock of what he saw. And I had the opportunity to verify that hallucinations are not even ninety-nine, but 100% realistic.

One comment on“ A typical case of alcoholic delirium”

I read all your articles, but I didn’t find any advice on how to prevent possible hallucinations and voices in your head for 3-4 days of insomnia, calling on you to act according to some scenario and scare your relatives. During a recent binge, when they convinced me that I was delusional, I took 4 tablets of phenazepam, which helped, but I walked around like a drunk for a week.

On the third day of insomnia, voices appear in everyone, even those who have never drank. I once had to stay awake for more than two days absolutely sober. Auditory hallucinations appeared. But such insomnia is easy to prevent. NOT TO DRINK. But... this is theoretical. 🙂

Vladimir, why did you wait 3-4 days? I should have taken phenazepam before. Or try the small portions method. By the way, last year I once used this method for a whole hour and a half - a great thing! True, then the medicine suddenly ran out, but at least I slept.

- Well, I fell asleep a little later. And after an hour and a half, the bottle ran out, and not at all because it was small. Yes, this happens, I think to many. Those who were able to follow the indicated scheme write how the method helped them. Well, those who, after an hour or two, swallowed the entire remaining bubble, are silent in a rag - and rightly so, why write?
  - Well, for example, I don’t hide it, it didn’t always work out for me either. If it were so easy not to drink a lot, then there would be no binge drinking. 🙂 The main condition is that a person must want to stop. All. The binge is over and you just need to smooth out the unbearable nightmares. Yes, it can take life itself out of danger. And here I agree, those who couldn’t do it remain silent, but... comments are written by one of several hundred readers. So, you need to take into account the fact that the absolute majority of those who were helped did not write.

From morning until late at night I drank a shot every hour, but I couldn’t sleep. But it became much easier, I began to rejoice at how successfully it was possible to jump off and after three nights of a sober life such an arrival! I didn’t want to use Phenozepam initially, because I know how bad it can be later. But as I guess with my 44-year-old brain, you can’t do without a phoenix. Phenibut is not a competitor when it comes to sleep.

This is a question for the owner of the Blog and respected participants. Or rather, even two questions. Has anyone ever had a squirrel and how can you sense its approach? And the question is technological. I almost always quit abruptly, sometimes without taking pills. - If on the third or fourth day your nerves begin to shake, then
- Should you get a hangover in this case to prevent it? Or will this be a return to the starting point? After all, you no longer feel like drinking, but some shadows sometimes flicker against the background of a manic-depressive state. If someone from the pros answers, I will be very grateful.

How to feel sleep approaching? Can you catch the moment of falling asleep? No, of course. But there is also a state of drowsiness, when you don’t necessarily fall asleep. So drowsiness can perhaps be compared to mild hallucinations. It flashed here, flashed here, tinkled somewhere, the radio started playing in my head. Whether the squirrel will continue to do so can only be determined by experience... But it can catch it even on the fourth day, when everything seems to be over. By the way, on the fourth day you can bend over without any problems. I had incomprehensible attacks three times on the fourth day, when it seemed that everything was over. I barely survived once, but it turned out okay.
And twice I had to drink, which ended in new binges. In general, Mikael, have you ever thought about the fact that binge drinking alcoholics almost all end their lives while on a binge, or on the way out, when the load on all organs is maximum. That is, a binge alcoholic, if he doesn’t stop drinking, he’ll fucking die from drunkenness.

Hello, what kind of horrors are you writing... I haven’t encountered fever, and I haven’t seen it in others... Although... The devil knows... I saw it a couple of times, an acquaintance (who had already recovered from his drinking bout) was talking such nonsense, like he saw a brownie and talked to him in the kitchen)) ))))His wife then quietly said to me in my ear, they say, don’t pay attention, my fool.. pee-pee.. lost!)))….And most importantly, for no apparent reason, he had already been a couple - I haven’t drunk for three days after binge drinking...

Hi all! I haven't been in for a long time. I didn’t stop drinking at all, but without fanaticism and without binge drinking. Question for Alik: Alik recently started taking an infusion of Schisandra or rosea radiola. I noticed a general increase in tone, I sleep and wake up well, my head began to work much better, I have an excellent appetite (previously I could not eat until the evening), my potency has improved. 25ml is enough for 2-3 days. In general, the drug is a miracle, but I’m afraid to get hooked on it. Your opinion?

Hello Lis. Well, I’m actually not a pharmacologist, much less a healer... 🙂 So, I can imagine the general principle of action of some drugs. As for lemongrass... I remember several times it was strongly recommended and praised, but I never got around to it. Get hooked? Well, how do you imagine this? 🙂 At your suggestion, try something. Don't know. As a child, my grandmother gave me St. John's wort for several years in a row; she was just a healer. But I never got hooked on St. John's wort. And for lemongrass... you need to try it. 🙂
In general, in some circles of the scientific world it is believed that addiction develops to those drugs that we already contain in our bodies, only in small doses. For example, every person contains alcohol and chemically similar substances to opium, which is why dependence on them develops. And lemongrass... And what’s wrong with the fact that it makes you feel better? I don’t know, I haven’t specifically addressed this issue yet. 🙂

Yes, Alik... There were drunks I knew who were already there, up there... Or maybe down in hell... No one died by natural causes. Those who drank too much, suffered cardiac arrest, or choked in their sleep, you know what... There are those who died , because they didn’t have a hangover or weren’t allowed to.. There were no people killed in a drunken shop or in drunken fights... There were people who were frozen.

Alik. Thanks for the answer. So I realized that if I’ve already gotten rid of it, then there’s no point in getting a hangover anyway. Five days, this is probably the minimum, when the body begins to recover from poisoning. But it's just starting. Recovery takes much longer. On the third or fourth day, all sorts of sores usually appear. - Either the nerve in the tooth begins to ache, then the legs ache, or something else...

I constantly think about the fact that you can die during a binge or when going out. I even wrote about this recently in the next thread. Although it often happens that alcoholics die due to sobriety, when they can no longer drink, from liver cancer under painkilling drugs. But that doesn’t make it any easier...

The last time I came out, my child came to stay with me for a week, just in the evening of the second day of his release. So I was very afraid of scaring him if the squirrel covered him. I even had a supply just in case, but I didn’t drink. It worked out that time. On the fourth day, especially towards the evening, such an unbearable state can come over you that you will howl like a wolf. It seems that the stationary regime has passed, some strength appears, but sometimes you walk around like a wounded animal - not finding a place for yourself.
- In general, Mikael, if you go out gradually, there will be no squirrels, in most cases. But I knew three people in my life who were diagnosed with manic-depressive psychosis due to alcoholism. Well, I must admit that even in a sober state they were a little strange, but as soon as they took a drink, after a few days the dizziness began. Every day it got stronger and stronger, until they started to drive out the demon specifically. Ended up being a fool. So, in my opinion, no doses brought them back to their senses.

So that's why I say drinkers. If he can no longer drink, what kind of drinker is he? This means that the body becomes decrepit with age, and binge drinking, especially getting out of it, is a fast and furious thing. If a sober person somehow still breathes, then under extreme stress he sticks his fins together. I already feel sorry for the wasted years. Continuing to drink is stupid. When to live?

And with illnesses, yes, for the duration of the binge, the main thing is that you seem to be cured of everything, and then, as they say, well, you came to your senses, well done, get yours back. And frozen, Denis, is probably in second place in terms of frequency, then, probably, road accidents, and then drunken conflicts. As one smart person said: If you take vodka from our lives, you can immediately close two-thirds of hospitals, mental hospitals and prisons.

Alik......well, I can’t calmly read your comments!!!
You have a perfect sense of humor.....
Again I laugh throughout the whole house, the dogs jumped up in fright from my laughter. “You didn’t get hooked on St. John’s wort, so now you want to try lemongrass? Oh, I laughed...
As for lemongrass, you can drink a teaspoon of it once a day in tea or water. Drink with caution for hypertensive patients. Schisandra is not a bad tonic, but heart patients should drink it with caution.
I don’t know how Lis drinks, but ideally, the berries are ground with sugar, then stored in the refrigerator and consumed with drink. You can add 2 tablespoons of berries per 2 liters of compote to rosehip or dried fruit compote at the very end of cooking.
If it’s alcohol-based, as I understand from you, then you can get hooked, just like someone gets hooked on hawthorn (glod) tincture. The heart is happy, it’s pounding, the blood just “flies” through the vessels and veins, and most importantly, we remember that there are some good substances there.....
Well, not vodka.
And then it can be easy to get drunk.
Or did I not understand something? Is lemongrass alcohol-based or not?

In another topic, a squirrel was discussed. I started reading about it on the Internet to find out if the person remembered anything that happened to him. After reading one article I became a little scared.

And here is what was written by a person who himself experienced this condition. I apologize for the copy-paste...

Igor 09.25.2011 14:40
“I had delirium tremens, it’s scary. I drank for two weeks, didn’t eat anything, woke up, drank a couple of puffs and went to sleep, woke up drank a puff, went to sleep, only went out at night to replenish my alcohol supply, but this was only at the beginning, there was still some kind of shame in front of the neighbors. Then he disappeared too, I didn’t care what I looked like or what they would think of me. I couldn't stop. By the end of the second week I couldn’t figure anything out, it was evening, early morning, it’s unclear, I decided enough was enough!))) and all hell broke loose. I started to sober up, but it can hardly be called sobriety, my head was spinning, I walked around holding on to the walls, I went out for a walk in the evening, swollen, I drank a lot of liquid, but I didn’t go to the toilet. So a day passed, the second day dragged on, I lay like a log in front of the TV, I didn’t want to eat, I drank water. My head is a mess, why am I living? what's next? scary. I think about suicide, then I catch myself thinking EEEEEEE, WHAT ARE YOU!!! WELL FOOL!!! I get up, go for a walk, walk half the night around the city at night, the second day has passed without sleep. The third one started, everything is the same, it doesn’t get any better, only the fumes have gone away))) the tongue is white. I can hardly distinguish the tastes: banana, strawberry, it’s all the same to me. Evening has come, I’m watching TV, and suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see that behind the curtain behind the TV, a mouse flashed by, I think it seemed, then again, I got up, turned on the light - no one. He lay down again, again the mouse, and so on 10 times. Then the mother came into the room and said, you are no longer my son, I want you to die, I started crying, I said mom, I feel so bad now, and you are also against me. She was unperturbed, she said, leave me alone, drunk, and die, I started to freak out, I said, I’ll open my veins now, she told me, yes, I don’t believe you, I was shaking, I went to the kitchen, took a knife, sat down on a chair and walked around hand, blood started running, I cried, she laughed. I took the scissors and dug myself even deeper. There was no mother, and she couldn’t have been, she lives in another city 100 km from me. I sat in a chair and cried, and then I saw myself on the news on TV))) They said that a crazy man had opened his veins and they were looking for him, I ran to the neighbors, rang the doorbell, I said hide it, they were in shock, I was bleeding) )) I don’t remember anything else, neither the ambulance nor the doctors, I woke up in intensive care at a drug treatment clinic, tied to a bed. The doctor told me that I had one foot in the next world. I stayed there for a month, came out a different person, was coded for 3 years, didn’t drink for 9 years, now I drink twice a year. I never drink too much and I NEVER get a hangover)))) don’t drink, people.”

For some reason I thought that to some extent pets could save me from delirium. If I hear some kind of rumbling and running around the house, then at least I clearly understand the source of it. It was even better with a dog. Such a big beast will lie down next to you on the bed and guard you. True, in moments of oblivion, he jumped up as if undermined: when she suddenly burst into an angry guard bark - right next to your ear: - when she heard suspicious rustling on the street. 🙂
- You thought so because you don't know what it is. Now imagine that such a big animal is lying next to you. He lies and lies, then slowly turns to you and to your endless horror you see a terrible grin. Bloody saliva flows from the huge seven-centimeter fangs, the eyes burn with an ominous fire, well, like in the movie “The Mask”, only scarier... Sho, kume, will you be robots? 🙂

@Mikael, what a nightmare. That's what I was thinking. One of the reasons I want to stay sober is the fear of losing my mind. I think that people like me should never drink at all. even if there was no alcoholism. unstable psyche, increased suspiciousness. I was afraid of waking up one day and discovering that I had chopped up my family.
My mother's aunt drinks at work. She herself is all so smart, like an invaluable employee. mother of three children. husband loves it. she was on a drinking binge. the apartment caught fire. She woke up herself, jumped out of the apartment and locked the door. and three children at home! their neighbors saved them. She herself had no idea what she was doing.

@sveta, Alik, I wanted to write to the forum. and I'm banned there...
Just a question off topic. I feel negativity towards me from my mother. I do not know what to do.
- In order to win someone over, you need to evoke positive emotions in him. Take actions that will earn his approval. Naturally, little can be achieved by proving to someone that he is a fool. But that’s almost always what we do... :)
  And on the forum I banned gmail.com This is the main mail of spammers. They're sick of it. After seven thousand people registered with gmail in a couple of hours, my patience ran out. This is certainly not the best solution. but so far I haven’t come up with anything smarter. The site has higher security.

ok, Alik) (about Jimail)
I just talked to my mom on the phone. I didn’t feel any tension or irritation inside. and didn't feel like she "hated" me. Everything is fine.
I’m also great myself. I'm tense in advance.

Sveta, if you want your mother to love you, don’t do things in front of her that she doesn’t like and always say at every opportunity that you can’t stand it either. A person needs to be told what he wants to hear, and not what is on your mind. If these things match, great. No, oh well. A good attitude sometimes requires sacrifice. In general, when we argue with an idiot, we should think that he might be doing the same thing... :)
- @Alik, A very typical mistake for many Moms is when they say that “they sacrificed everything for the sake of you idiot.” In this case, it is difficult not to be offended, and while continuing communication, try to do everything as the person wants. Cases are different...
  And as for arguing with idiots... Nietzsche has a continuation. “If you gaze into an abyss for a long time, then the abyss begins to gaze into you. And if you fight a monster, be careful lest you become a monster yourself.” In this sense, it is better not to become a monster, and not to “fight it.” Therefore, there is no need to argue with an idiot in response to his attacks. But it’s hard to do anything about it if an idiot harbors a grudge against you because of your silence. The question is difficult...
  - But don’t show your hatred against someone you are unable to remove.

Alik. And if you don’t have the strength to try, then all you can do is slam the door and leave. By “slam the door” I can mean dropping the call, any Internet connections: followed by blocking, putting on headphones, asking to be left alone, etc. But I’m not talking about Mom now, but, in principle, about arguing with idiots...

- @Alik, Alik. Don't think that I'm a bore or decided to hang out. 🙂 You meant exactly the right thing. That is, when a person argues with an idiot, then “let him look at himself in the mirror... - Maybe he is the same (idiot)?” - But now I tried to talk about completely objective and tangible things, and not about general psychological settings...
  And your sense of humor and irony makes my soul lighter. Thank you. 🙂
  - Yes, I agree with you... Well, just in case I clarified... :)

At all. I think that conflicts with Moms should be taken beyond the scope of general conflicts. We have too much in common with Mom and often Moms look at one of their children as a “successful property”, and at the other as a “not-successful property”. — Child psychologists often encounter this problem. If Mom hates Svetlana, then it hardly “seems” to her. Women have a developed sense of where we men will rest on the sidelines. The man knows what he's talking about...

Well, this is overgeneralization again. I immediately remember: “The Soviet people, as one, warmly supported...” Mothers are different, daughters are different, relationships are different... But the principle remains the same for everyone, for people, for animals, for plants... and even for minerals. This is a world principle. Go where it's better. In the summer in the shade, in winter, closer to the stove. If you want to be loved, do not evoke negative emotions in people, but, if possible, only positive ones. If you simply don’t evoke negativity in people, then you are guaranteed not to be hated at least... That’s all, simple, like everything ingenious. 🙂
- @Alik, I have such an honest relationship with Mom that I can say that when Mom gets drunk, she will understand it. “But I know people whom Mom hates.” And one is not related to the other. And so? — And of course I am for friendship and mutual understanding... :)
  - Mikael, there is no love for anything and hate for nothing. Yes, the mother may hate the child because because of him she cannot meet her lovers whenever she wants. But this is also a reason. Take it away, replacing it with a couple of thousand dollars in monthly child support, and the child can immediately become loved... There are mothers who hate children, there are children who hate mothers. To paraphrase Ilf and Petrov, we can say” - “Since there is hatred in nature, it means there must be people who have a lot of this hatred...”

I'll try my best to make it clear.
1) all our lives we are like cats and dogs.
2) at 17 I went to live with a guy who is now my husband.
3) I only heard from her that I’m a peled, prostitute/night butterfly, that Sasha will leave me if he gets tired of playing with me...
oh yes, remembering all her words is too long. I'll talk about it now.
4) we moved to a new apartment, I just blurt out on the phone that it’s good here, it’s very warm (it was winter). She answers me, “You think it’s nice for me to hear how good everything is with you, when I’m walking around the house in felt boots and freezing.” lives in a five-story building, in a normal area, if anything.
I, Alik, always groveled in front of her. when she complained (and she does this all the time) about other people, I supported her.
just like this: “yes, mom. there are so many freaks around you. they are wrong. Don't worry"
and after that I was very sick, in my soul. because it's unbearable, it's disgusting! she clings to others, climbs into everyone. she is TRYING to run into a scandal.
The longest we haven’t talked is a year and a half. I call first.
after a quarrel, she will never, never call me!
I’m calling myself because my conscience is tormenting me. she's alone.
No one from her family is friends with her.
she is 55 years old. and a friend in the hospital, what if something...
even when a meteorite fell, my aunt, sister and others called me. but she doesn't.
and then, really, he says, “I’m not calling because you don’t need me.”
After I call to make peace, I listen for two hours to what suffering I bring to her. how her heart hurts all the time because of me, and how she suffocates at night. typical neurosis. a person “having a heart attack” rushes around the apartment like mad and calls an ambulance, managing to wash and iron his clothes while waiting for it.
I came to visit here recently. at 11 am. sits and sits.
I don’t even do housework in front of her.
At 16:00 I start to shake. I think it is extremely tactless to sit for so long. You never know what I want to do. With her, I can’t even begin to wash the dishes. I just know it will start “fairies are dangerous. must be washed with soap. Why are you washing one plate at a time, let me show you... wow, what ugly mugs. Well, who buys a black teapot? why black???" etc.
I can’t even gently hint to get lost. I’ve already heard a hundred times that “we don’t need her. We’re kicking her out forever.”
or just trash in general. no longer knows what to cling to. my mother-in-law. That's what she got up to and pestered her mother-in-law.
tells me that my mother-in-law wants to divorce me and my husband and live alone with my son.))) it’s simple... I have no words.
advises me to look around the house for needles. again referring to the mother-in-law. my mother believes that when we quarrel (my mother and I) it’s the mother-in-law’s tricks.
Here are her words: “She needs to live with her son. but first he will get rid of you. and she won’t get rid of you until she eliminates me. So he casts a spell so that you and I often quarrel.”
that is, maman doesn’t see her crazyness at all. She just says, “Sveta, all of a sudden you start yelling at me. you humiliate me!
sometimes behaves appropriately. but more often like this. Look, I'm just scared now.
and, of course, what I wrote is three drops in the ocean. To describe everything is to start your own blog. I hate her. I'm afraid of her. and I can't quit. she is one.

all 25 years of my life she remembers my biological father. remembers with hatred. and before, I naturally hated him (he abandoned me, he’s not interested). but now...and I did the right thing.
my mother says that I am an energy vampire. that I twist any conversation in such a way that it turns out to be a scandal.
I think Robert, after 1 year of marriage with her, saw through the whole chip and dumped until she drove him crazy.

@sveta, haven’t you tried to stupidly filter everything your mother tells you? divide everything said by 17 and listen only to the essence, filter out specific points from the flow of complaints - such as “it’s cold in the apartment”, “my heart hurts”, “there’s not enough pension for something”, etc...
I think if you are over 30 - it’s time to stop being so suggestible and take it more calmly - you know very well what kind of person he is and how he crouches on his ears, it’s cold in the apartment - bring a heater, the engine hurts - bring some pills, a small pension - a Momentum Sberbank card "give her a gift, teach her how to use an ATM and throw in money whenever possible =)) don’t be fooled by provocations even from your mother - when listening to complaints, highlight the essence, the rest can be ignored - otherwise you won’t last that long... it’s time to learn how to filter the incoming flow of information
don't be discouraged!
- Ilya, Sveta is only 25 years old. Probably, what she already understands, others will not understand even at fifty. The main thing is that there is progress in understanding. And they live with their mother quite far from each other. But people are not strangers, they think about each other...

to the squirrel theme.
it all starts on the 2nd-3-4th day after the sharp stop of the corkscrew, NEVER DO THIS! even if you are a masochist, when you go dry, your heart is worse than any anabolic muscle builder, that’s not so bad, the other half is a squirrel!
the arrival begins with mild auditory hallucinations, then minimal visual distortions - rain was dripping from the ceiling, the effects of an old film were like in a movie, the reflection in the mirror was delayed, etc... you are _still_ in your mind!!! At this moment, either stomp to the hospital yourself with a sharp step, or stop there! It’s better to buy a bottle using Alik’s method!!!
All this happens because you don’t eat, you can’t sleep, your nerves are on edge - from a sudden click you’re ready to have a heart attack (my colleague at a security facility leaned back like that when they made a joke at us and suddenly the siren sound was turned on - and he was hungover, I there I almost went crazy from such a howl (need I say that they beat the guard in the face with the whole shift? And don’t give a damn that he was from a special unit, balaclava fig)), you drink a lot but the moisture does not leave the body naturally, brain it becomes over-moistened and swells, but the brain is not the face - the muzzle of the face can swell, and that’s okay, but the brain is held back by the cranium (read about hydroencephalopathy) - the general meaning is this - the brain becomes over-hydrated, swells and thereby compresses the channels with the supply of oxygen/substances, etc., that is IT'S DRYING! funny, right? but in practice - THIS IS NOT FUNNY! The squirrel is dangerous because the squirrel has passed but the damaged part of the brain remains!!! even if it doesn’t reach the squirrel, a lot of cells are still lost, so you won’t become a fool after 1-2 times (although depending on your luck), but you will definitely degrade! and in the case of a specific squirrel and the absence of a hangover or treatment, it is VERY VERY LIKELY to move the horses...
From the outside it certainly looks cool!!! They called a garbage squad on the neighbor - he was yelling something at the window about Jehovah, they came to knit (4 fat sergeants, I think, with shortened AKMs at the ready) standing in front of the entrance smoking, then this gavrik flies out in only his shorts and starts to SPECIFICALLY screw them up!!! SPECIFICALLY!! They are simply shocked - some dodik gave 4 healthy armed men a complete blow! they broke him later, of course, now he walks around quietly... he didn’t even shine with his intelligence before - but now he just walks around smiling, I think even if they did a lobotomy, it didn’t change the situation much... in general, don’t bring it to the attention of a squirrel!! To hell with it, with binge drinking - it’s better to get over your hangover - but don’t go to the squirrel! listen to Alik - his method really works, I came to him myself, then I read it, Alik just has it all measured out in grams, I did the same thing, get a neighbor - from whom you can store the scales and go pick them up if necessary (well, of course not for nothing)
good luck to everyone and spring!

Still, I came to the conclusion that due to insomnia it’s overwhelming... You need to sleep by any means. Phenibut or diphenhydramine with beer may help. More drugs, less beer. This is if you grab the beginning. It’s better not to delay, when you lose control of reality, it will be too late to drink Borjomi...
- @Alik, but you were depressed. You must have heard about how some people treat depression with insomnia. They don’t sleep on purpose, they endure it for several days, it seems. oh, I don’t remember what it’s called.
  I once read about someone else’s experience of such an experiment with sleep. I read it a long time ago, I don’t remember much. but I was surprised that the person wrote that after several days without sleep, a cheerful, cheerful state sets in. unprecedented energy appears...
  What do you think?
  I had an idea to try this. because I’m tired of depression and apathy. and I don’t like the fact that I naturally have little energy. I want to make myself an active, active person. to make things work out. but I don’t have much of that in me.
  not that lazy. just not the right level of energy.
  but it’s probably stupid to believe that it’s possible to make yourself different.
  how to change color like michael jackson.
  - Light, we are given as much as we need, unless we artificially change something. For example, due to the consumption of various stimulants, the ratio of hormones produced has changed. You need to use what you have. Correct use. I want to write a lot on these issues, only on my second blog. In the coming months, I hope things will move forward, if we don’t get bombed to hell here...
    So, now on the first question. Yes, I can confidently state that insomnia can remove depression. I felt it myself. Several times I didn’t sleep for several days. Since I have generally been prone to depression for a long time, but not from birth, I noted this then. Now, if we take the so-called occupational therapy, then it should be such that he approaches the bed and does not have time to lift his head to the pillow. I can assume that no one was depressed in the concentration camps. This is just my conclusion.
    Only, Light, lack of sleep should not be post-drinking, it’s easy to grab a squirrel. I have enough sleep, I don’t remember, one of the great ones was sleeping, it seems, he took something in his hands, when it fell, he woke up. I also went through this many times, life forced me. I also say confidently, indeed, for several hours, cheerfulness, clarity of thoughts, like a rebooted computer. Then he falls asleep again. But there is no trace of depression. This is how you can try it. This is information not caught somewhere, but for you first-hand... 🙂 You won’t be able to stay awake at all, you’ll just fall asleep standing up, you can even walk and sleep, although you won’t get very far, you’ll stumble and wake up... I went through this too... 🙂

@Ilya, amazing! about the head, about the liquids. wow, it didn’t seem like that to me. when the IVs were put in, three were already infused, 2 more were being collected (this is in a regular hospital, in toxicology), but I refused. I tell them, my head will explode! I just felt like I was being swelled and pressed from within.
And at home, when I was dying from a hangover, I raised my head a little from the pillow, I couldn’t describe such pressure in my skull. terrible heaviness. There is no pain as such, but it is precisely what presses from the inside. it was very scary. sounds, some quiet talking in my head, some small movements were caught by my peripheral vision... I’m still an alarmist, so I couldn’t stand it. or alcohol... but at that extreme - phenibut, phenibut, phenibut...
horror. what a horror. “brain, what are you doing. stop."

You, friends, reminded me that once a colleague at work, who was also the director, out of the kindness of his heart, decided to take me to a certain Soviet-style hospital. Well, just so I can rest there. Well, I was in half, let's go. The first person we met there was the head physician, or someone like that. He looked like he wanted to immediately turn around and run away from there. The gloomy prickly look of a man who hates everyone and everything, healthy hairy arms from under the rolled up sleeves of a white robe, like the fascists in Soviet films. My friend and I looked at each other, and I realized that he saw the same thing as me. Then, this narcologist began to give us nightmares with stories about how no one here gives any guarantees for anything, that people here die from cerebral edema almost every day, as he said, it’s hard to forget: “They die on the street, they die in the wards, and one here, right on my doorstep, died.”
At this point I couldn’t stand it anymore, I kept saying, let’s go home, that’s it, I don’t need anything, I’m quitting... Also, a kind of psychotherapy... 🙂 And yet, if you face the truth, incomparably more people die from drunken accidents than from the notorious cerebral edema. In general, drunken life and normal life are antonymous concepts. Who agrees, like... 🙂 🙂 🙂

Alik, thank you for the compliment. and I think I understood you correctly. there are capricious children. what to do? be offended and not communicate with the child? with your family? tell him “we have a complicated relationship. should we break up"?
My mother is a little girl.
came to mind now. I thought it was time for me to grow up. At this very moment that I am writing, the following dialogue flashed through my head with myself:
- it's time to grow up. It's time to understand, to feel that you are already big. and look at your mom what it looks like.
-what does it look like? Didn’t I realize before that I was already an adult?
-Ha. an adult? is your mother an adult? And you? Are adults offended by fate? for life? on other people. They just hang up the pipes, pouting their lips. Almost write down in a notebook who offended you when and how.
are you an adult? drink and relieve yourself of responsibility “oh, I’m sick. leave it”...eating and inducing vomiting is the same thing.
an adult? up to 23 years old 5 “suicide attempts”. I more or less began to grow up when I admitted to myself that I never wanted to die. I wanted them to run and hug. so as not to be scolded for drunkenness, after all.
haha, I got poisoned at 19. I was in toxicology, Sasha came and said that my mother asked me to tell him: “I won’t even go to this creature.” and Sasha himself spoke to me dryly, got angry, and quickly left.
no one rushed to feel sorry for me, talk to me, take care of me and carry me in their arms...))) well done, however. broke off.
so... sometimes it bothers me too. God is simply merciful, I have been living with a calm, balanced husband for 8 years.
but in general, men, it seems to me that women just enjoy playing the victim. and if you don’t make her humiliated and offended, then her brain itself will look for how to get out of it so that it can be even a little offended.

The first delirium tremens visited me about eleven years ago. By that time, I already knew what an alcohol hangover and withdrawal syndrome were, I had already had IVs in the hospital a couple of times. True, this was not a free pleasure, but at the words: “psychiatric hospital”, “narcology”, “dispensary” I got scared and avoided them like fire, I was simply seized with panic.

In my mind, these institutions were some kind of terrible monsters, where only complete alcoholics and psychos are placed, after which a person can never be normal again. I was partly right...

As I remember now, it was autumn... After drinking, as usually happened, on the weekend and quarreling with my family to smithereens, I, wound up by the scandal, jumped out into the street with a furious face and... landed with one foot in a deep hole! I remember how severe pain shook my body, but not for long, the alcohol anesthesia was still seething inside. Not yet understanding what had happened, I jumped to my feet and tried to walk, but I couldn’t. I could only jump on one leg... so I jumped to the emergency room, fortunately it was not very far from home. There they diagnosed me with a fracture, put me in a plaster cast, called a taxi (we have such a service at the hospital) and sent me home. On the way, I asked the taxi driver to stop at the store and buy me a bottle of vodka for pain relief. The taxi driver turned out to be a good guy, bought me a bottle and, when he took me home, helped me up to the apartment.

From that day on, my hospital routine dragged on...

On TV they only showed the hostage taking in Nord-Ost. Remember this!? A very sad, terrible and terrible sight, God forbid anyone to experience this. Well, I was worried, and additionally relieved the pain in my leg with general anesthesia in the form of regular bottles of vodka, which friends kindly brought me. As a result, this “anesthesia” dragged on, as you might guess, and developed into a real long binge. My family saw this, but they couldn’t tell me anything - I was sick!

Soon, I began to slowly walk on my own feet, cut the plaster, took it off my foot to put on shoes and slowly went to the store, but one day something stirred in me and I thought it was time to end this binge. It wasn't that easy to do! But I still stopped drinking...

The first day passed more or less, I got through it, the second... I couldn’t sleep anymore, I just lay there and that’s it, I didn’t eat, I only drank water. The third day passed... evening... and then it began!

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I remember some carousels, colored circles, a Ferris wheel... I was riding on it, and before my eyes my uncle, the dead man, was saying something to me, then more relatives and more... then some kind of music... I was honestly very scared! I got dressed and wandered to the nearest emergency room at the hospital... there he said that my blood pressure had jumped, the doctors didn’t guess anything, there was no more exhaust... they gave me an injection of magnesium and sent me home... but at night specific “hallyunics” began.

Since this was the first time this happened to me, naturally I didn’t even think that this was my first delirium tremens. I just thought it was some kind of bullshit, there was no Internet, there was nowhere to find out what it was. I remember calling an ambulance, they asked: “What’s wrong with you?” Of course, I started talking about carousels and all that...

In general, a team came for me and took me to a drug treatment clinic.

Here I experienced all the delights of “mating” and the treatment of orderlies. After the first drip, I lasted the night and the next day until the evening, but the orchestra in my head did not stop, I listened to this music and was amazed, I could not sleep, if I had been at home, I might have fallen asleep, but there was no way there, so how nearby there were about a dozen poor fellows like me who were visited by the “fluffy one”, words cannot describe it, but I don’t recommend seeing it either, although if you want, you can find similar videos and articles on the Internet.

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By nightfall, after the second drip, I began to feel like insects and dragonflies, sockets appeared in the wall through which I talked to someone from the other world... they called and called me somewhere, they said that they (the orderlies) would be there for you today kill and I need to jump out of the window..

I remember how I went out into the corridor, there were about twenty meters to the window from which I needed to jump out and I ran... there was a door with glass in front, I jumped and kicked the glass forward, flying into the sector where the women were lying... then it was my turn orderlies!

How they mocked me, tied me up like, “Mom, don’t worry,” I shouted something to them about my sore leg, but they didn’t care, they grabbed me by that leg and dragged me to the isolation ward for violent people, where they tied me to the bed so that he could no longer move even one of his members. They stuck some kind of injection into my vein and I fell into the darkness, but before that I remember that the police were looking out the window through the bars (there were no police then) and were preparing an operation to free me. As you understand, this was also a figment of my exhausted imagination...

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The next or subsequent day, I don’t know exactly, I woke up to the fact that the attending physician was making a round and trying to find out whether I was in memory or not. Yes! The orchestra disappeared, the hallucinations stopped, but there was pain in the body from the “knitting” and general weakness. Then some compassionate nurse spoon-fed me and took out the duck... so I lay there the whole day and, when the effects of the psychosis passed, they untied me and let me go to the toilet.

The guys who had been in bed for a long time told me in detail everything that happened, but I already remembered everything clearly, as the doctor later told me: “You will remember this for the rest of your life!” And so it happened.

I won’t tell you what happened next, every new day was similar to the previous one, I’ll just say that I spent almost a month in the narcology department, although sometimes I was released on a signature - to the emergency room, and then I brought a replacement broken glass and replaced it. The doctor who examined me, after that, became hospitable to me, turned out to be a man and upon discharge did not register him at the drug treatment clinic, for which I am very grateful to him!

This is how my first delirium tremens ended.

God forbid anyone should experience this, but I know for sure that every day one or two people are diagnosed with alcoholic psychosis. So do the math for yourself. This is approximately 30 per month and 400-500 per year only in our city, and how much in the whole country!

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But these are only those who are on the edge, and how many of those who arrive in a state of withdrawal syndrome or put on IVs at home, as I, for example, did recently, when it was unbearable to go to the narcology department for a paid IV, then the numbers are simply terrible !

I’m finishing... Why did I write my story? Firstly, I promised :-), well, and at least in order to sometimes look here and think a little about whether it’s worth starting to drink alcohol and what could ultimately await me later.

Friends, do not repeat the mistakes of others, read my and other people’s stories, draw your own conclusion: “To drink or not to drink,” and I, as always, want to discuss this article in the comments and wish you: Good sobriety!

This story is intended mainly for psychiatrists, but also for people interested in the peculiarities of the inner world, of a person standing on the brink of life and death, it will serve as a kind of lesson.
I myself was convinced of only one thing. WHITE FERMENT IS A SCARY PHENOMENON! Finding myself a victim of love, I did not think about the consequences of alcohol addiction. In this article I talk
Autobilgraphically about two days in my life that greatly influenced me and changed my views irreversibly. Read and try to imagine how serious or not serious this is!

Part 1. Prerequisites.
2004. December. Binge drinking. The winter sun barely left the horizon. I was dozing. The thoughts are still the same: a strange hangover, it’s already the second day. Ten, fifteen, or maybe more minutes passed. the hand automatically reached for the bottle of vodka, checking the weight. Yes, there was still swill. Enough swill. But. For some strange circumstances, I decided to abstain from drinking, vaguely imagining a picture reminiscent of myself with a poster in my hands: “no vodka, no beer” and also red banners.
In my opinion it was nonsense. The shapes of the objects were too intrusive that morning. Especially the monitor. He seemed to be looking at me and moving slightly. This made me smile, and it also gave me the impression that I could open the window from a distance of ten meters, I reached out to it with my hands, and it amused me. I somehow pulled myself together, and with the feeling that usually happens before completing the most important task in life, I went out into the street.
First of all, when I breathed in the fresh, frosty air, I thought about the refueling that my body needed, I felt that all my organs wanted alcohol. belittled, almost on their knees. Well, please. Two cans of Red Devil. The drink gently softened my throat, my thoughts returned to normal, my mood improved a hundredfold.
I walked along Glory Avenue. It still seemed to me that I could reach any roof, and hold or twist every house in my hands. The noise of the city seemed like a distant, muffled background. I was walking. sometimes, without noticing passers-by, he chatted with them, smiling and quoting the encounter:
- Don’t you see, a man is walking.
Maybe I lacked communication. I was going nowhere. Having walked half the area, I met a woman with a dog, I began to make fun of her, the dog was happy with my joke, and the woman shook her head disapprovingly.
At least two or three hours passed. After walking a decent circle around the area, I decided to head into the region.
Bus. Why the children laughed at me was not clear. But upon arrival home, seeing my own look in the mirror, I myself became scared. The eyes are sunken. The view is unclear. I remember this upset me, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Everything is in order.
I refueled before the train. I drank three cans of Red Devil. I returned to normal and lit a cigarette. I talked to some old man. But the people standing nearby only looked contemptuously in our direction. I felt nauseous. Moreover, sometimes I lost my thoughts, laughed at just words that didn’t contain a drop of meaning. As a result, the train arrived, and as I sat down in an empty seat, I noticed looks of disapproval.
Rambov. I was running after Red Devil. Then I compared this drink with motor fuel, it seemed to me quite clearly that if I didn’t have time to refuel in time, that would be it!
By five o'clock in the evening I had drunk ten cans of energy cocktail, but my thirst grew in proportion to the amount of alcohol. I devoured jar after jar, every twenty to thirty minutes.
Consciousness. Cognition has become dull. I ate the soup in silence. His hands were shaking, causing the fork to clink along the bottom of the plate. I didn’t eat much, I wanted to drink, drink, and again - DRINK.
I returned to St. Petersburg in high spirits, naturally refueling with alcohol along the way.
Night came, without letting go of the jar, I drank.
Got out on Slavy Avenue. I had a strange feeling then. For a minute I regretted returning, but suppressing this feeling, I went to the house.

Anxiety. Anxiety is a strange feeling. It seemed to me that everything was hopeless, that everything would end soon, the mood disappeared, it was completely gone, neither good nor bad.
I felt like I was breaking down, I couldn’t concentrate, I sat in the kitchen and smoked.
An attempt to sit down at the computer and get distracted was unsuccessful.
I tried to go to bed. (Let me remind you that the sensations are vague, it is impossible to concentrate, poor health, increased sensitivity to light).
Dream. Smile: in the pre-white state you feel bad, but you cannot sleep. So it was with me. I tried to sleep, but...
Suddenly I heard voices, vague, disgusting-sounding, threatening, someone speaking in an unknown language. I clearly remember hearing my heart beating, my pulse quickening, my body began to go numb. Suddenly I saw two street lamps, they were shining brightly into my eyes, my eyes were twitching strongly, I could not look away, there was severe pain, unbearably severe pain in my eyes. I screamed, even screamed. The bolt in the right hemisphere of my brain made me cringe.
It became scary. I remember the screams:
- Ahh. Ahhhh. They kill. Yyyy.
Then I broke into a cold sweat. The face of a woman in a black cloak: pale green, scary, she looked at me, and with her soul she looked into my thoughts, I began to fight back. but at the same time the pain intensified, and the lanterns flashed brightly. Instantly, like an electric shock, I felt my brain being pressed to the top of my skull. I was seized by a spasm, then I could no longer hear myself. a white veil swept over my eyes, I fell into nowhere.
Everything happened suddenly! I also remember flies flying around my head. There were some other creatures, there was a little girl in the corridor. Those who watched the film “The Ring” are simply happy people. Samara Morgan, the little girl drowned by her mother in the well, is simply beautiful compared to the one I saw. And much more.

Part 3. Amnesia.

Having risen at about nine in the morning, I vaguely remembered what happened at night. It seemed to me that I had lost my passport the day before, that everything was bad, but I could not concentrate. I wandered around the apartment for an hour, through the white veil I gradually began to remember the terrible details of the night. The only thing. What worried me then was whether the neighbors heard my screams. Or not, or it was a dream. But it's a terrible dream.
Suddenly remembering something, I grabbed my hand, looking at my forearm - I saw a wound cut with a knife, and the knife lying not far from the bed had slightly dried blood on it. Gloomy. I thought, then the dream was reality. I didn’t remember what exactly happened then, only almost a year later I more or less built an accurate picture in my memory, and since I myself am an experienced psychiatrist.
I went outside, the chain of thoughts was interrupted by the joyful cries of my stomach. I wanted to grab a bite to eat, and went to the nearest McDonald's, walking quickly, I gradually disappeared from the field of view of the janitors removing garbage near my house.
Sparse snow was falling, it was quiet outside.

P.S. Please leave reviews. Try NOT TO OVERUSE ALCOHOL. Take care of yourself, your loved ones and relatives, and do not create problems for others. Best regards, author.

A Siberian's story about delirium tremens

At one time I lived in an apartment in the city of Belovo, in Siberia, with one Aunt Tanya. She had a nephew, Slavik. And somehow I heard from them about such a case of delirium tremens, so to speak, first-hand. A nephew once went to visit his brother in some city. Well, as usual, the meeting was celebrated. I won’t say how long their holiday lasted, but judging by subsequent events, they were buzzing specifically.

Well, Slavik’s brother began to send him home. And you had to go first by train, and then change to a train. According to the nephew, it all started on the train. A couple in love sat opposite and whispered about something of their own. But it seemed to our hero that they were plotting something against him. He, the poor fellow, endured, endured, then could not stand it, and directly asked: “What did I do wrong to you?” But the young people found soothing words for their happiness.

When our traveler arrived at the station, a new attack of mania began. It began to seem to him that every group of people was planning something bad against him. He couldn't stand it and went outside. And then it began to seem to Slavik that the weight of the station would now come out after him to prevent him from leaving. Then it finally “gets” to him why they all need him. “They want to kill me!” And he switched from walking to running. He ran, in the full sense, wherever his eyes looked. He ran, and behind him he clearly heard the clatter of a chase, although no one, naturally, was chasing him.

When I no longer had the strength to run, I ran into some entrance. He went up the stairs and listened. And in his own words, he clearly heard voices: “Here, he ran here, we need to catch him!” Let's all follow him! Slavik started ringing all the doors on the site. It was opened by “some professor.” Aunt Tanya explained that her nephew decided so because the man was wearing glasses and had a wedge beard.
The “Professor” asked what happened and received the answer:
- Save me, they are chasing me, they want to kill me!

It was in the very beginning of the 80s, we were not yet afraid to open doors to strangers, and the man allowed Slavik into the apartment. I don’t know how the “professor” took the story of our sufferer, but I called the police on the phone. Half an hour later, the guys with badges were already taking the sufferer somewhere in their UAZ through the evening city in the direction of a mental hospital.

It must be said that according to the narrator, he was only happy about the police at first. Like, now he is under reliable protection. But then doubts began to creep into his soul. “Or maybe it’s police in disguise? How can I check? Then our Slavik comes up with a brilliant idea. He saw that the road forked ahead and made a wish: “If they turn right, then the cops are real, and if they turn left, then they are together with those from the station.”

Luckily for everyone in the car, they turned right. Slavik was 1.90 m tall and weighed exactly one hundredweight. So it’s difficult to predict further events if they took a wrong turn.

Well, it didn’t take long, it didn’t take long, but we arrived at the mental hospital. A doctor and a couple of strong orderlies were already waiting for the guy in the emergency rooms. Slavik relaxed again. Well, everything is fine now. The police, doctors, everything seems to be without deception. We recorded his details. Everything seemed to be a bundle. Here the orderly asks the doctor:
-Where should we put it?
The doctor says:
-Yes, at six. How much do we have there? Oh, here are eight people. Well, this one will be the ninth.
The doctor didn’t think about what he said... Slavik was immediately struck by a thought: “So maybe these doctors are also in cahoots? Eight people have already been killed. Now they will kill me too..."

While he was in anxious thoughts, they began to look for hospital pajamas for him. There was little choice; all the trousers were too short. They rummaged and rummaged, then the doctor recklessly dropped another phrase: “Come on, these trousers will do too. He doesn't care what he wears. It's not for long".

That's it, the new patient's last doubts instantly disappeared. "Now everything is clear. It really doesn’t matter what a dead person lies in!” Without hesitation, Slavik grabs a stool and desperately hits the orderly on the head with it. Here, of course, they tied him up, injected him with a sedative and sent him to rest. In general, he was a peace-loving guy, they kept him for a week and he went home. He was diagnosed with delirium tremens, delirium tremens.

What a sober person has on his mind is what a drunk person has on his tongue. What a drunk person has on his tongue is what a sober person has.
What is willpower? What is willpower? We are all from childhood.
How to recognize an alcoholic Is it possible to recognize an alcoholic? Interesting question. But right away.
The wife of an alcoholic Advice for wives of alcoholics Actually, being the wife of a drinking man.
If you ban alcohol, fight drunkenness? If we remove vodka from our lives.

Real stories of delirium tremens

As a child, I saw my uncle going crazy. I was 5-6 years old, but I remember everything.
We were with my grandmother. And he and his family lived separately, and then he came and asked to save him, that at night a witch and devils came to him and stole his wife and children. then he seemed to be walking normally, after dinner he started running around the house like crazy, rummaging through cabinets, etc.
then he went into the bedroom and abruptly ran out of there - there in the room hung a picture of Jesus on a cross in the clouds, in bright light with a halo, which an artist he knew had painted and given to his family, so it seemed to his uncle that he had stepped out of the picture, then he began to talk to himself .
He mumbled something all night, walked around during the day as if nothing had happened, and after dinner he went crazy again - we had three sweet tabby kittens, so my uncle saw them and thought that the worms from one kitten were climbing on him - he he itched himself, ran away from them, and then it seemed to him that a demon or devil had settled in him, grabbed the kitten, carried it to the veranda and cut off its head (((
came from there and sat down in a chair. And again began to say something incomprehensible and his face was frightened. Then the grandmother called an ambulance, when the ambulance took him away, it turned out that he sat with his butt on the remaining two kittens and crushed them into a cake ((((

It turned out he was celebrating a friend’s birthday, and then went on a 4-day binge, then abruptly quit, went to work and there he felt worse and he went crazy at home for almost two days, and then he became afraid - he yelled at his wife, called him a witch, kicked her out, I didn’t understand and got offended and left with the children and in the evening he began to see visions, the next morning he came to his grandmother..

another one was with the father of a classmate of my younger brother - I was 14, my brother and he were 12, they forced me to look after him and therefore I often walked with them, and so we wandered around the streets late and decided to go home, and he I wanted to sleep, lie down in our entrance, go home
he was afraid, he said, his father was drinking, and the day before yesterday he beat his mother and grandmother, the whole house was broken, there was nothing to eat, everything was bloody. and it seems his father didn’t sleep all night looking for some money, which my classmate didn’t even see, we wanted him to spend the night with us and my mother sent us to “ask for time off”, well, the classmate says, like, his house stinks - when he returned after school, he saw that his father had plugged the toilet with a ball and was pissing next to him and pissing in a jar, because a snake or some kind of spirit was coming out of the toilet, he asked us not to go to him,
but we carried out mother’s orders firmly, and suddenly he was lying and it was curious
in vain, we went there (((it was really scary - his father asked “who is there” for a long time, then he sharply opened the door and pulled his friend in, he almost started crying.. literally, a minute later the friend comes out - and we were like, let’s look in there and -everything he told us was true - his father was sitting in the closet, barricaded the toilet and was somehow scared. So a friend took the keys... and then my mother called an ambulance for them

Thank God, everyone stopped drinking - my uncle says that it was really scary and he’s afraid that it will happen again; he also promised Jesus in the picture not to drink anymore ((((
but after the squirrel he still drank once and still had to be coded or whatever (((
took me to hypnosis

the father and mother of a classmate still live (ttt) and he himself does not drink even on holidays

My first delirium tremens

As promised, the story of my “delirium”. The first delirium tremens visited me about eleven years ago. By that time, I already knew what an alcohol hangover and withdrawal syndrome were, I had already had IVs in the hospital a couple of times. True, this was not a free pleasure, but at the words: “psychiatric hospital”, “narcology”, “dispensary” I got scared and avoided them like fire, I was simply seized with panic.

In my mind, these institutions were some kind of terrible monsters, where only complete alcoholics and psychos are placed, after which a person can never be normal again. I was partly right...

From that day on, my hospital routine dragged on...

Since this happened to me for the first time, naturally I didn’t even think that it had come my first delirium tremens. I just thought it was some kind of bullshit, there was no Internet, there was nowhere to find out what it was. I remember calling an ambulance, they asked: “What’s wrong with you?” Of course, I started talking about carousels and all that...

In general, a team came for me and took me to a drug treatment clinic.

This is how it ended my first delirium tremens .

delirium tremens

The incidence of alcoholism has halved since 2005

Over the past 12 years in Russia, the number of newly diagnosed alcoholism and delirium tremens has decreased by 55% and 74%, respectively. This is evidenced by statistics from the Ministry of Health, which Izvestia reviewed. Restrictive measures and promotion of a healthy lifestyle contributed to a reduction in alcohol consumption.

In Russia, from 2005 to 2017, there was a sharp decrease in the number of patients who were diagnosed with alcoholism for the first time. According to the Ministry of Health, by the end of last year the rate was 42 cases per 100 thousand people. This is 55% less than in 2005. Compared to 2016, the decrease was 11%.

The incidence of alcoholic psychosis (the so-called delirium tremens) shows the same trend: from 2005 to 2017, the number of first diagnoses decreased by 74% - to 13.3 cases per 100 thousand population. Compared to 2016, the figure fell by 23.2%.

The primary incidence of alcohol consumption with harmful consequences (injury after drinking) has decreased by 67% since 2005 - to 36.9 cases per 100 thousand people. Compared to 2016, it fell by 25%.

According to the Ministry of Health, total alcohol consumption in terms of ethyl equivalent per capita decreased by half from 2005 to 2017, to 10 liters per person. In 2016, consumption, according to preliminary data, was 10.3 liters per person.

The Ministry of Health told Izvestia that they are taking active measures to reduce the incidence of alcoholic psychosis. The department participated in improving state regulation of the production and circulation of alcohol. Last year, an order from the Ministry of Health came into force, which limited the volume of containers with alcohol tinctures. Another important measure was the ban on the sale of non-food alcohol-containing products in vending machines and the extension of the EGAIS state accounting system to medicines and medical devices.

Daria Khalturina, a member of the expert council under the government of the Russian Federation, noted that since 2006 in Russia there has been a downward trend in the economic availability of alcohol. Among the restrictions that have emerged, she mentioned the introduction of the state system for monitoring the production and circulation of alcohol EGAIS, a ban on the sale of beer in stalls, limiting the sale of alcohol at night, an increase in the excise tax on all types of alcohol, and the introduction since 2017 of a ban on the sale of dual-use liquids - “hawthorn” - according to the resolution of Rospotrebnadzor.

“All these measures have made it possible to reduce the volume of surrogate drinks, which are also the cause of alcoholic psychosis. In addition, the number of private clinics in which patients are quickly “digged” has increased, this has contributed to a decrease in alcoholism, the expert explained. “But such clinics cannot cope with delirium tremens; patients need a longer stay under the supervision of a narcologist.”

According to Tatyana Klimenko, director of the Federal Medical Research Center for Psychiatry and Narcology of the Ministry of Health, the overall situation with alcohol consumption in the country is improving. As a result, the primary incidence of alcoholism and alcoholic psychosis is reduced. The narcologist emphasized that in recent years there has been a powerful information campaign in the country to promote a healthy lifestyle, which citizens associate with success.

“If 10 years ago it was fashionable to drink, now it is not so. As a result, this affects the incidence,” she noted. The overall incidence of alcoholic psychosis in Russia in 2017 was 34 cases per 100 thousand population; compared to 2005, the decrease was 63.5%, and from 2016 - 15.5%. Alcohol dependence syndrome totaled 988 cases per 100 thousand people last year, which is 36.6% lower compared to 2005 and 5.3% compared to 2016.

PS Alcoholics die, they are unlikely to be cured.

Delirium tremens (delirium tremens)

There is no exact translation for this term in Russian; personally, I prefer “Crazy nonsense.” Typically occurs 3-7 days after a sudden cessation of alcohol intake or a sharp reduction in the daily dose in patients.

Harbinger (prodromal stage)

This stage usually lasts from 3 to 7 days. And it is quite easy to see for an outside observer. There is a sleep disorder with frequent awakenings, nightmares, fears, palpitations, and sweating. Tremor (shaking) of the facial muscles and hands is striking. The gait becomes unstable, coordination of movements is lost. During the daytime, the condition of patients is characterized by general weakness, anxiety, and restlessness. In most cases, the fear of death can be highlighted.

Stage 1 of the classic variant of the development of alcoholic delirium

In the evening, especially at night, patients experience increased general anxiety, they become wary, restless, and talkative. Their speech is insufficient and inconsistent.

Figurative memories and ideas appear. There is an aggravation of all senses (the TV is too loud, the stomping of a cat located two rooms away is heard, the light from a weak light bulb becomes too bright, etc.). The mood is changeable: from fear and anxiety to euphoria. In some cases, auditory hallucinations occur.

Subsequently, visual illusions appear, ranging from minor to pareidolia (instead of one pattern, for example on a carpet, the patient begins to see another and the more he looks at it, the more distinct the pattern). Sometimes patients see a “movie on the wall.”

Sleep deteriorates sharply; with frequent awakenings, patients cannot distinguish dreams from reality. Transient disorientation in the surrounding world develops without connection with sleep. Patients become overly suggestible; they can easily be caused to hallucinate by suggestion: asking them to read a text from a blank sheet of paper, talking on a switched off phone, pointing at the wall can make them “see” non-existent insects on it. Lipman's symptom appears (when pressure is applied to the closed eyes, patients experience visual hallucinations corresponding to the doctor's question).

Advanced stage of alcoholic delirium

Complete insomnia develops, orientation in time is disturbed, while orientation in one’s own personality is maintained, true hallucinations arise (hallucinations that a person perceives as part of objective reality) in the form of many moving insects, flies, small animals, snakes, less often - large fantastic animals, or humanoid creatures, sometimes patients see wire, cobwebs, rope. It all depends on his state and what his consciousness is currently reproducing. Visual hallucinations change in size, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away.

As the disorder of consciousness deepens, auditory, olfactory, and tactile hallucinations appear. Due to the involvement of a large number of modalities, the patient completely loses contact with the real world and cannot be skeptical about his condition. There are frequent violations of the body diagram, its position in space changes. Patients express various delusional ideas of persecution and jealousy, which are specific and not systematized. The themes of delusional statements, as well as emotions, correspond to the content of hallucinations. Usually the emotional state is changeable - from fear, bewilderment - to unbridled joy. As a rule, delirium is accompanied by motor agitation, with fussy efficiency, flight, and the desire to hide.

Patients are extremely distractible, their speech consists of short fragmentary phrases or individual words. As a rule, painful symptoms intensify at night.

The duration of delirium is from 3 to 7 days. Recovery usually occurs critically after deep, long sleep. After the acute period, the patient experiences an asthenic state (weakness, loss of strength, low mood) for several days.

Everything that will be written below is not a medical prescription and is written for those patients and their relatives who cannot visit a doctor purely physically, you must be aware that all subsequent actions will be performed by you at your own peril and risk, otherwise, contact any public or private drug treatment clinic!

In addition, the materials in this article are not indicated for people with chronic renal, cardiovascular and other diseases.

Contrary to the common horror stories spread by not entirely honest narcologists, delirium delirium occurs only in a sober person, only on days 2–7, only after a heavy binge, if there were sleep disturbances (i.e. the person slept no more than 2-3 hours per day).

Hangover horror

Binge drinking is the darkest thing. Words cannot explain what happens to the brain and body after this. It's difficult to convey this. Only those who have experienced this will understand.

A bad hangover is a terrible thing. Payback for drunken fun. This is a demonic feeling when consciousness hangs by a thread over the abyss of nothingness and the sense of control disappears.

Severe hallucinations occur precisely with a hangover, not while intoxicated. The edges of reality are completely blurred. The dream as such turns into a delusional haze, the quintessence of frightening images and sounds, from which it is impossible to escape.

The first few days you can just lie on the couch in a sleepy oblivion. The feeling of anxiety rises to the clouds. The heart can literally jump out. It's just scary to fall asleep. Really terrible things can happen in a dream. And as a rule they happen.

For some reason, it all starts with the fact that I constantly hear a ringing on my phone, although it is turned off. Strangers may call with ridiculous and wild offers. For example, fly to another planet or summon demons.

A TV news presenter may address you as “I know you.” Also, some unusual and strange channels appear that cannot exist in reality.

Sometimes it seems that some people are walking around the house. Or maybe not people. One day I saw my friend, who was from another city altogether. He told me that he was being watched and a chip was sewn under his skin.

The room can be filled with different people, familiar and unfamiliar, and a buzz of voices. Once I saw a friend who went missing 5 years ago in the forest and was considered dead. I was lying on the bed and he was standing next to me. A friend said with a smile that he was taken in by higher beings and that his life was now much better than before.

It feels like the brain is starting to work at a different frequency. You begin to see different entities. They come in the forms you fear most.

You can wake up and realize that someone is sitting on your sofa. And this person is clearly not of human nature. You can see dark figures in the pitch darkness. They are blacker than black.

You wake up in a panic because you are lying and not breathing. Your breath catches because you have forgotten how to breathe. And it seems to you that your neck is being tightened for a reason, but that dark figures are putting a noose on you. Therefore, you have to roll over and moan from time to time to distract yourself.

You are plunging into some kind of astral plane, where it is full of all sorts of unclean creatures with severed heads. All sorts of fiends of hell that haunt you. I saw dragons, reptiles and people with lizard heads.

Probably some assemblage point in consciousness is shifting. You begin to see what is inaccessible ordinarily. You may even be in contact with other dimensions.

They say that sometimes devils or little green men come. I didn't believe it until one day I encountered green men myself. At first there were only two or three of them, the size of a little finger. They crawled out from under the blanket and ran around the bed. Sometimes they stopped and looked at me. Then there were more of them.

I couldn't stand it and went to the window. On the street I saw the devils. They were sitting on a tree, at the level of my fifth floor and looking at me. I was terribly scared, walked away from the window and went into the corridor.

There I accidentally looked in the mirror. The reflection behaved strangely. My face began to smile with a mocking smile, although I was not smiling. When I walked away from the mirror, my reflection remained in place and looked at me mockingly. Then it dawned on me that this was not my reflection, but the same devil I had seen on the street.

The perception of reality changes completely. It may feel as if a bucket of boiling water is being poured on your head. Or gets electrocuted. You may find that you rise 30 centimeters above the bed and hang in the air. Sometimes you come to your senses and realize that in a clouded consciousness you are performing the most natural occult ritual.

One day I discovered that my bed was upright. And I'm lying standing. The floor was the wall, and the wall was the floor. Frightened, I walked out of bed and fell on the floor, thinking it was a wall.

Any sharp sound from the street or from neighbors can really scare you. The sense of smell becomes acute so that it is impossible to tolerate the smell of food. The smell and taste are distorted beyond recognition. One day, for no reason, the room where I was lying suddenly smelled of paint. The smell was very strong and I was even afraid that I would suffocate. I had to run outside.

By the way, any exit to the street turns into a nightmare: everything around you is perceived as extremely hostile towards you. Every glance of a passer-by chills you to the bone, every sound causes a panic attack. The level of paranoia is off the charts. The feeling that everyone is looking at you intently.

One day, with a hangover, I went to my neighbor’s house with a bottle of wine. At first it became easier. Then everything became kind of black and white. Suddenly, the neighbor’s eyes turned into dark spots. She looked at me with these spots, said something inarticulate and laughed terribly. I felt uneasy. Although I understood that this was just a distorted perception.

Then I noticed large spiders with furry legs crawling along the floor. I frantically said that I needed to go to the bathroom to wash. The floor in the corridor was strewn with broken glass. I walked as carefully as possible. On the bathroom floor I saw rusty nails pointing up.

But what scared me the most was when I came out of the bathroom. The neighbor had two children, a boy and a girl, 8 and 10 years old. They were ordinary children and ran around the apartment. So, I saw a girl without arms. I knew that in reality she had hands. She laughed, danced, twirled her stubby shoulders and hummed something. Instead of eyes, she also had dark spots. The girl opened her mouth wide, and her head rotated around its axis.

The boy was also an ordinary child, with arms and legs. But I saw him completely without limbs. It was terrible. He crawled on the floor, moving his stumps and moaning. The skin of his face was torn off and he was rolling the whites of his eyes.

I was overcome with fear. Having muttered something goodbye, I rushed to my apartment. There I covered my head with a blanket, wanting to fall asleep quickly.

These are the kind of nightmares that happen after drinking alcohol. I haven't drunk for three years now. Which is what I recommend to everyone.

My wife went crazy after drinking too much alcohol at a bachelorette party

Hello Pikabu.
Help me please.
I was divorced, met a young girl, and started living together.
Today I went to see my friends. Celebrate bachelorette party. Her friend called. Take yours. She's hysterical. I arrived all right. I brought it home. I fell asleep. Then he started changing clothes and she became hysterical again. I imagined myself as the heroine of the series. And it never goes away. Called her friends to help. I called an ambulance. They came and didn't do anything. I understand that she needs to sleep. But damn I can’t put it to bed! They forcibly infused her with Corvalol and gave her sleeping pills.
I'm sitting in the car. I'm waiting until he falls asleep.
I pray that I wake up and everything will be as before. They were going to get married. And move to the capital. They transfer there for work.
What to do. I am terrified. Help with advice please

I sit at home and don’t bother anyone.

I’m sitting at home, not bothering anyone - the doorbell rings, I open it - my neighbor Zhenya (one of the heavy drinkers) is on the doorstep:

- This is such a thing! Imagine, I’m sitting at home, not bothering anyone - the doorbell rings, I open it, and there are two of them - little ones. I didn’t have time to do anything, but they snuck into the apartment and into the kitchen! I followed them, and they took it and grew! Now they sit there and don’t leave!

- We need to do something, help!

- So, this Zhen, this spendthrift, shall we call the police?

“Then you go, see what they are doing, and I’ll call.”

I, because I’m new to this business, I ring the doorbell of my neighbor Valya (she knows everything), I describe to her the situation about the obvious signs of a “squirrel” in Zhenya, she waves her hand, saying: “I’ll sort it out, go, I already called him once.” I'm returning to my place.

I’m sitting at home, not bothering anyone, the doorbell rings, I open it and there’s a police officer on the doorstep:

— Was it Evgeniy from next door who addressed you?

- So-so. And how often does he contact you? With this “disease”?

- So-so. Have you ever encountered delirium tremens in general? Maybe someone else has reached out?

- Nobody contacted me. I once saw a man talking to the driver in a car, but there was no one there.

- So-so. What kind of guy? Where? Local?

- No. It was in another city.

- Sure sure. How about yourself? Are you healthy? How about “this matter”?

- Okay, goodbye. Don't drink too much.

I have only one explanation: the district police officer had secret information about the spread of a new type of delirium tremens in our area, transmitted by airborne droplets. In order to identify those infected at an early stage, a survey was carried out of everyone in contact with the carrier of the “disease,” the alcoholic Zhenka.

This is the movie

A friend worked as a nurse in the neurology department, for some reason they periodically brought funny and not so funny characters after binges, not violent ones. Sometimes the characters had a “squirrel” and they started doing weird things, some people managed to tie them to their beds with bandages and call “crazy people”, as the girl nurses called them, some people managed to do something bad.

She told many funny stories, but one was especially memorable.

They bring a man, they put him in, examined him, gave him injections, everything was calm. The night is coming. The nurses, when there was nothing urgent, slept in the hallway on sofas. And so, the nurse on duty is awakened by some noise, opens her eyes, and, half asleep, does not have time to think of anything when this guy runs past her and jumps into the window at the end of the corridor, which is open in the summer heat. Branch on the second floor. The nurse calls security in shock and runs downstairs. They picked up the man and took him to a nearby building for injury. There it turned out that the man had broken both heel bones, his feet were cast like boots and returned to neurology.

They called the “crazy people”, they came and examined the man, laughed, drank tea with the nurses and left with the words that, they say, he is now bedridden, where will he get away from you in this form, and we already have a lot of people, here you go refusal, we went.
In the morning, my friend took over her shift, they told her a story about a man who was visited not just by a “squirrel”, but by a flying squirrel, during the day everything was calm, the man slept well on the drugs. The night is coming.
The friend is awakened by a strange noise, a rather quick knock-knock knock-knock, opens her eyes and sees that our hero is quickly moving towards the same window, making a clattering noise with his plaster boots and... jumps down. The friend is in shock, the same scenario: calling security, running downstairs, transporting her to the next building for injury. The man didn’t find anything new - lucky devil, only his boots were adjusted. A friend told him: “man, are you crazy? What are you doing?!” To which he tells her: “We’re filming a movie here! But the first take didn’t work.”
There were no third and subsequent takes, because before the “nutcases” arrived again, the guy was tied to the bed out of harm’s way, and the excuses from the “nutcases” were no longer accepted; they still had to take the stuntman for themselves.
My friend, tag “mine” :)

Today is exactly 8 years since my father has been drinking.

My father drank all his life. Mom coded it 20 times, enough for three weeks. I remember, I’m probably 5 years old, it’s spring, my father is in another “commitment”, many people have bicycles in our yard. Dad gets paid, comes home and says that we’re going to buy me a bike this weekend (we’re buying it now, but it’s like a gift for the next day in late autumn). My joy knows no bounds. in the evening he swells, I go up to him and tell him that I don’t need a gift for another bicycle, give me, dad, something that you won’t drink anymore. He agrees. and the next day he goes on a binge with money for a bicycle.

18 years have passed. My father still periodically goes on drinking bouts (a quiet alcoholic, didn’t fight, didn’t scream, drank on the street, came home to eat and sleep). My older sister is in the maternity hospital, her eldest son (my nephew) came to live with us (while his mother was away from home).

So here it is. one of these days, my 12-year-old nephew calls me at work with tears and says that his grandfather has gone crazy, he screams and kicks his nephew and his friends out of the house for aspirin. I don’t understand anything, I’m going home. At home I find my father calmly sitting at the table in the kitchen, not understanding what happened, I decide to go out onto the balcony, open the balcony and then it all started. the father jumps down with the speed of lightning, blocks the way to the balcony and reports that the balcony cannot be opened in any way, because... under the windows (1st floor) long, thin people in green hats walk, they suck energy from people, in order to kill them, you need to pour boiling water with aspirin on them, and the nephew, so disobedient, does not go to the pharmacy!

All the time, up to this moment, I thought that delirium tremens occurs in drunk people (as they later explained to me that “squirrel” occurs in people who were on a long binge and abruptly came out of it, that is, sober, after drinking ). I asked my father whether he had been drinking or not, and I called an ambulance. While the ambulance arrived, funny things were happening at home (at that time I was very scared): He claimed that there was a naked mermaid sitting on the piano (there really is one) (but I couldn’t see her))) and he was very worried that Someone will see her, so they drove her away from where she came from. There is a cat living in his leg, it is small and without hind legs, it can talk, you just need to listen and lean closer to the leg.

An ambulance arrived, two brave, strong paramedics, got into the car and drove to the mental hospital. Did your father tell the paramedics on the way? about the cat in his leg, they seriously answered him that it was all great! We'll come now and sew her paws on.

In the reception room they asked about his age and name, he answered everything correctly, and when they asked where his documents were, he replied that they were taken by a policewoman who chased him across all the floors in the entrance and everyone laughed at her. The doctor agreed with him and sent him away to the ward, asking me to bring documents.

The next day I brought him the documents, he looked at me very scared, I told him that the documents needed to be given to the nurse. I overheard his conversation when handing over the documents, he said that the documents were brought by the same police lady who took them from him ((((

Two weeks later my father was discharged, I came to take him home. He recognized me. I asked him if he remembered about the cat. He looked at me with hopeful eyes and asked: “Did you see her too?” I was amazed, while we were driving home, he watched a video in which I filmed him at the moment when we were waiting for an ambulance, in the ambulance and in the hospital. It was clear that he was very scared.

8 years have passed since then. My father doesn't drink anymore. Doesn't drink at all. Good luck to everyone and take care of your loved ones.

What's a funny story to tell?

I work in heating networks. One day I got a job at a drug treatment clinic. There was work to be done, including in the attic of the building, where the patients lay. The manager asked us to walk around the attic very carefully. We asked what the problem was and heard the following story from her.

A patient with delirium tremens was admitted to them. There were devils everywhere and all that. Classic. After several days of treatment he began to recover. I just began to perceive reality more adequately, and then the sewer riser in the building became clogged. They called the plumbers and they immediately went into the attic to break through the riser. The floors in the attic were apparently rotten and could not support the weight of two hefty bodies with a full set of tools.

Now imagine yourself in the place of this poor fellow. Doctors spent several days convincing him that neither devils nor angels exist. And he almost believed it, and then two creatures black with dust with a huge snake-like metal cable fly into his room, breaking through the ceiling. We laughed, of course, and then asked what happened to him next. “They took me to hell,” the manager answered sadly.

Tanyukha “Oklahoma” Kuklyaeva was placed in a temporary detention center (temporary detention center).

By a court decision on administrative arrest for committing an offense under an article of the Code of Administrative Offences. For drunkenness in public places and alcoholism.

For all 15 days.

On the third day of the internal guard post, the temporary detention facility, during a walk-through, noticed that Oklahoma was constantly standing and looking through the open window onto the street. The window was opened due to the hot weather and poor ventilation.

The barred window looked out onto the courtyard of the temporary detention facility. There was some rubbish and debris in the yard.

The guard looked through the transfer case and asked: “Are you standing there without swaying, Tanyukha?” What did you see there?

“Bunny,” Oklahoma answered without turning around. - There's a bunny there!

The guard understood everything correctly and called the head of the temporary detention facility.

Fedorych! Looks like Oklahoma is catching a squirrel! He sees a bunny outside the window.

The head of the temporary detention facility, Vasily Fedorovich, arrived at our place. We entered the cell.

Well, what about Tanya? Overboard?

Tanyukha, smiling tenderly and looking at him, pointed to the window with her finger.

Fedorovich carefully looked around the window. There were no bunnies (or squirrels).

Is it really a bunny? — the head of the temporary detention center sternly asked Oklahoma.

Yes. Small! - the prisoner answered joyfully.

“It’s clear,” the head of the temporary detention center issued a verdict and, leaving the cell, went to call the narcology department.

As usual, the “fifth” ambulance brigade arrived (for psychotics, drug addicts and alcoholics)

Short survey. Bunny.

How long have you not drunk alcohol? - a question for both Oklahoma and the head of the temporary detention facility.

“Three days,” they both answered.

Did you drink before? — the question is addressed to Oklahoma.

PilA,” she lowered her gaze, “every day, after all.” The head of the temporary detention center also looked down.

The narcologist looked around at those present and announced: “A typical case!” Delirium tremens! Alcoholics are our profile!

Oklahoma went with the team to drug treatment.

The head of the temporary detention facility approached the cell window and looked through it into the yard.

On the street, in the courtyard of the temporary detention facility, there was garbage and a piece of pipe.

Got out of it bunny. Such a gray one. And small.

He sniffed the air left and right, sniffed his nose and mustache and galloped towards the fence of the temporary detention facility.

“It’s time to go home,” thought the head of the detention center, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm and went to the exit.

And the bunny really lived there. I got used to it. Walked outside through holes in the fence.

Stepan Pisakhov How a merchant's wife fasted.

Was the merchant’s wife really so pious, was she really living such a correct life, it’s pure tenderness!

This is how the merchant's wife will sit down in the morning and eat pancakes on Shrovetide. And he eats and eats pancakes - with sour cream, with caviar, with salmon, with mushrooms, with herring, with small onions, with sugar, with jam, with various toppings, he eats with sighs and with drinks.

And he eats so piously that it’s even scary. He eats, eats, sighs and eats again.

And when Lent came, well, the merchant’s wife began to fast. In the morning I opened my eyes and wanted to drink tea, but I couldn’t drink tea, because I was fasting.

During the fast, they ate neither dairy nor meat, and those who strictly fasted did not eat fish either. And the merchant’s wife fasted with all her might: she didn’t drink tea, and she didn’t eat crushed or sawn sugar, she ate special sugar - lean, like sweets.

So the pious woman drank five cups of boiling water with honey and five cups with lean sugar, five cups with raspberry juice and five cups with cherry juice, but don’t think that with tincture, no, with juice. And she ate black crackers.

While I was drinking boiling water, breakfast was ready. The merchant's wife ate a plate of salted cabbage, a plate of grated radish, small mushrooms, saffron milk caps, a plate, dozens of pickled cucumbers, and washed it all down with white kvass. Instead of tea, she began to drink sbiten molasses. Time doesn’t stand still; it’s already time for noon. It's time for lunch. Lunch is lean-lenten! For starters, thin oatmeal with onions, mushroom pickle with cereal, onion soup.

For the second course, there are fried milk mushrooms, baked rutabaga, soloniki - sochni-gibni with salt, porridge with carrots and six other different porridges with jam and three jelly: kvass jelly, pea jelly, raspberry jelly. I ate it all with boiled blueberries and raisins. I gave up poppy seeds:

- No, no, I won’t eat poppies, I want there not to be a drop of poppy in my mouth throughout Lent!

After lunch, the fasting woman drank boiling water with cranberries and apple marshmallow.

And time goes on and on. After lunch, boiling water with cranberries and marshmallows is served here.

The merchant's wife sighed, but there was nothing to be done - she had to fast!

I ate soaked peas with horseradish, lingonberries with oatmeal, steamed rutabaga, flour turi, soaked apples with small pears in kvass.

If an ungodly person cannot withstand such a fast, he will burst.

And the merchant’s wife drinks boiling water with dry berries until dinner. They work - they fast! So dinner was served.

What I ate at lunch, I ate everything at dinner. She couldn’t resist and ate a piece of fish, about nine pounds worth of bream.

The merchant's wife went to bed, looked into the corner, and there was a bream. I looked into the other one, and there was a bream!

I looked towards the door - and there was bream! From under the bed there are breams, there are breams all around. And they wag their tails. The merchant's wife screamed in fear.

The cook came running and gave her a pie with peas - the merchant’s wife felt better.

The doctor came, looked, listened and said:

“It’s the first time I’ve seen that I’ve eaten too much to the point of delirium tremens.”

The point is clear, doctors are educated and do not understand anything about pious deeds.

Post-New Year's squirrel

I came across a post about a neighbor who was drunk and breaking into someone else’s apartment. Then, in front of the cops, the drunk drove away in a car, and as a result, he lost his license. The author was sincerely surprised, what do such people think? Is it really worth it to then lose your license and walk? And I remembered a story from two years ago, answering the question of the author of that post - SUCH PEOPLE IN PRINCIPLE DO NOT THINK :))
So, the story happened between January 10 and January 13, 2016 (I don’t remember the exact date). It was a completely ordinary day. Working days began for those working on a five-day shift, the New Year holidays were over, however, not for everyone.
At that time, about 2 months had passed since we moved from the urban smog of a million-plus city to the suburbs. Life flowed at its own measured pace, I was enjoying my second maternity leave in a row, and the specific mentality of a small settlement left its mark: even though we lived in a building with as many as 8 apartments, the neighbors were quite calm, everyone knew each other.
My husband was getting ready to go on business, went out to clear the snow from the car and, due to his extremely calm life, decided not to bother locking the door with a key :)) I stayed at home with my son, who was not even 2 years old. I had no idea that the apartment was open. Suddenly I heard a buzz on the site, uncharacteristic of the mega-quiet village. Curiosity took over, and even my huge belly couldn’t keep me on the sofa, I went to the peephole to watch :)) On the other side of the peephole, a man 2 meters tall and about 100 kg in weight was rushing about on the landing. After aggressively punching the next door, a neighbor appeared on the site, God's dandelion over 70 years old. The man was talking confusingly about how she urgently needed to get the key to the basement (she actually had a key, since the homeowners have utility rooms in the basement) and urgently needed to run to save Seryoga (the neighbor above me), who was covered in something in the basement .
Wow, the action is unfolding before my eyes! I froze near the peephole, waiting for developments. Grandma God's dandelion, meanwhile, disappeared behind the door, the man-closet couldn't think of anything better than turning sharply towards my door and pulling the handle (which my husband, damn it, didn't close). Oil painting - the door opens, behind the door I am a bun :)) both froze for a second. I’m because I’m freaked out by what’s happening, the man-closet is probably also out of surprise, it’s not every day that you come across open apartment doors from which very pregnant buns almost fall out when you open them :)))
I was the first to come to my senses, sharply pulling the handle, I slammed the door, turned the lock with trembling fingers, and, realizing that I was safe, through the door I expressed everything that I thought about what was happening. Having yelled obscenities at the man in the closet, I saw through the peephole the man retreating from my door and the dandelion grandmother, dumbfounded on the landing. It didn’t turn out conveniently :)) Having digested the meaning of my tirade that there is no need to break into other people’s doors, the two of them went to the basement to rescue the overwhelmed Seryoga.
On the way, we met my husband near the entrance and the three of us went. Needless to say, there was no one in the basement.
My husband came home, listened to me, sobbing from the stress I had experienced, that the doors should be closed, and went in search of the cause of my stress. He found the wardrobe man still near the basement. I tried to explain to him that it’s not good to scare deeply pregnant women, they may start giving birth ahead of time, but in response I heard a completely different version :))) it turns out that the “closet” saved the day. me. From snipers. Oh how.
My husband had to leave on business. Meanwhile, I called the police. Of course, by the time they arrived, the “cabinet” had left its location. And what will they present to him, even if he were there? They were told to call when they showed up again, in case they started getting rowdy.
Very soon, aggressive blows were heard on the door, only now the “wardrobe” was having fun on the 2nd floor, pounding into the iron door of fellow Seryoga, whom they had tried to rescue a couple of hours earlier from the non-existent rubble in the basement. Soon, he got tired of hammering into the iron door; it didn’t want to give in, and its owner was at work. Then the “cabinet” drew attention to the wooden door next door. Honestly, I thought there were no wooden doors ANYWHERE anymore, but it was not for nothing that I mentioned at the beginning of the post the fact that life in the village is extremely calm and measured :)
Having quickly realized that hammering on a wooden door could be more productive than hammering on iron, the hero of the day switched to breaking it out. After several dull blows, the door gave way. Of course, my neighbors and I, each behind our own door, understood with quiet horror what was happening, since the sound was quite appropriate. Of course, we called the police again. But they were in no hurry to go.
There was a guy at home in the damaged apartment, about 19 years old, with a physique that was NOT a “closet” at all. A body with glassy eyes entered the apartment and found some money. He took the money, started teaching the guy about life in the style of “you should definitely join the army” and stuff like that, and then. He lay down on the sofa, apparently considering that the conqueror of square meters had the right to take a nap on new lands, and passed out. There, in fact, he was found by the police who arrived again.
Then there was a door-to-door visit and testimony from witnesses. “Shkaf” was taken away in handcuffs; they say that he later did not remember anything from the events of that day. And the police, by the way, were not at all surprised by what happened; they say that such attacks from post-New Year “squirrels” are in the order of things.

Are you a dream to me, or not a dream?

A colleague told me, because... colleague my tag is “mine”. After this story, I began to cross roads more carefully. Further on behalf of a colleague.

After a friendly festive corporate party, seemingly in full consciousness but in a slightly drunken state, I decided to take my leave and go home. Realizing that it was unrealistic to get behind the wheel in this condition, it was decided to leave the car in the parking lot at work and take a taxi.

No sooner said than done. He called a taxi, sat down next to him in the passenger seat, and said the address. Then I remember very well the whole way, I showed the taxi driver the best way to approach my (private) house.

And only near the house, when I pulled into the garage, I realized that I was driving myself, and there were no passengers with me. I checked in the morning and the car was in the garage.

Ordinary people often have a rather weak, or even incorrect, understanding of alcoholic psychosis. The main one is that the “squirrel” comes to chronic alcoholics during their next binge. In fact, she only looks in on those who have suddenly decided to “quit” alcohol, and even then not immediately, but after a few days. During my work in journalism, I had to visit various drug centers more than once and communicate with their doctors and patients. I’ll tell you what I managed to learn from them.

Myths and reality

First, let's dispel common myths about alcoholic psychosis. Gulmira Abdybaeva, Deputy Chief Physician, spoke about this in detail during my visit to the City Narcological Center for Medical and Social Correction (GNTsMSC) of Almaty.

According to her, contrary to popular belief, alcoholic psychosis, as a rule, develops against the background of a sober state. Usually 3-5 days after an abrupt end to the binge. Moreover, it can develop not only in heavy drinkers, but also in completely normal people who have been abusing alcohol for several days. It depends on the condition of the internal organs, the general condition of the central nervous system and the psychological state. And also on the quality of alcohol consumed and a number of other reasons.

The first and main sign of the development of alcoholic psychosis is insomnia, which occurs 2-3 days after stopping a long-term binge. A person cannot sleep either during the day or at night. Then a feeling of fear, anxiety appears, visual and auditory hallucinations occur

As a rule, at first only at night, but then they do not disappear during the day. A person can be brought out of this state only with the help of special medications, and no amount of self-medication (contrary to advice on social networks) will help here. If the patient is not hospitalized, his condition can only worsen and even lead to death. It is worth remembering that if a person has experienced alcoholic psychosis once, then if he abuses alcohol, he will experience it again.

According to medical observations, the nature of the visions depends on what a person is interested in and what he is afraid of. For example, if he is interested in ufology, then most likely he will be visited by aliens

Overly religious people are visited by various spirits, devils and ghosts. If a person is highly intelligent, he is sometimes able to read an entire text from a blank sheet of paper without hesitation. A

There are patients who can simply lie and watch cartoons and even feature films on the ceiling, commenting on this or that episode

However, some patients are quite capable of answering questions and even having a conversation. There are also hallucinations of a threatening nature - certain voices or fairy-tale creatures ordering something to be done to oneself or others.

In this state, a person becomes very dangerous, especially considering that his reflexes and physical strength increase sharply. At the same time, a person is simply not able to predict the occurrence of psychosis and distinguish reality from hallucinations.

When the genies come

The words of the narcologist confirm the stories of those whom the “squirrel” visited. So, one day I had a chance to talk with a 37-year-old man named Sultanbek, who looked completely different from a chronic alcoholic, but nevertheless ended up in this medical institution as a patient

As follows from his story, he has a completely normal family, children, and he himself is a practicing lawyer. At the same time, he considered himself a very pious person, he drank extremely rarely, and he never had binges at all. This, by the way, was confirmed by his relatives, who turned to doctors.

According to him, everything happened after finishing another trial, he celebrated his success with friends for three days

Right up until the moment when he had to go on a business trip to another city. And a few days later he suddenly realized that he couldn’t sleep. Well, then the hallucinations appeared. True, then he perceived them as reality. Spirits or genies came, discussed him, said that he was behaving badly, threatened to kill him and said that no one would help

Moreover, they appeared only at night, and during the day he felt quite normal, participated in the trial, and then returned home. However, the genies did not lag behind. As a result, relatives, alarmed by his condition, called an ambulance and took him to a drug center. But even after this, he heard these voices in the evenings for another 2-3 days and tried to convince doctors of their reality.

The development of alcoholic psychosis was approximately the same in another patient, who had also not previously abused alcohol, but went into a forced binge in connection with the wedding of her beloved daughter. True, it was not spirits that tormented her, but snakes, of which she was very afraid. Moreover, all these sensations were so real that she simply could not understand how those around her did not see the reptiles that hissed, wriggled and crawled over her body.

Creepy mind tricks

It is worth noting that many patients who have experienced such frightening hallucinations are very afraid of this condition and do not drink for a long time. However, there are also very persistent individuals who continue to drink alcohol even after encounters with ghosts

One of these was 44-year-old Gennady, who was being treated for alcoholic psychosis for the seventh time (!).

At first I saw some images in the form of hooded ghosts hiding in the shadows,” he said. “When you see them, you feel great fear, you want to run away, but they are everywhere. After some time I started talking to them. True, at first they only cursed and threatened, but then it seemed that we managed to establish contact with them. But one day, when I was sitting in the kitchen at the table and talking with them, the table suddenly began to leak, a funnel appeared on it and began to rapidly suck me in

Somehow I got out and called an ambulance, which brought me here for the first time.

Then, according to Gennady, these ghosts came more than once, as soon as they drank alcohol. At the same time, their behavior became increasingly worse. Then the so-called “indestructible worm” appeared, which, according to doctors, is one of the most common types of hallucinations in alcoholic psychosis.

It’s like a ball of thin wire that unwinds, you feel how it enters you, stretches under the skin throughout your body and delivers an electric current,” continues Gennady. – Even if you catch this thread, for example, when it comes out of your mouth, and you start to pull, it does not end, although you feel how it slides under the skin. Then spiders appeared, crawling over the body. I tried “drifting” in other hospitals, tried to fall asleep with the help of various sleeping pills, but I didn’t want to sleep at all. And the hallucinations became even more threatening, and I found myself in this department again and again. And the last time I went out onto the balcony to smoke, I saw a rocket flying. It fell, exploded and caused an earthquake. There was panic

people below are running, and on the radio they say, collect documents, money, food and clothes for the first time and run to the collection point

And my relatives locked me at home so that I would not go out and communicate with my drinking buddies. I sat down in the doorway of the jamb so that it wouldn’t be blocked so much, and started calling my relatives, asking them to save me from death. And they called an ambulance, and then rescuers, who helped open the door. Then I found out that I managed to unscrew the lock from the inside with a screwdriver and somehow dented the armored door

I don’t understand where so much strength came from.

How to avoid falling prey to jinn

In general, according to narcologists, abrupt withdrawal of alcohol is a strong stress for the body. Even if this is a completely normal person who vigorously celebrated holidays for 2-3 days in a row. Of course, while he is young, the body copes on its own, but the older a person gets, the more difficult it is to endure these stresses

Therefore, in order to stop binge drinking without harming your health, it is best to turn to specialists and help him with medication, that is, “drip” certain medications that normalize sleep and appetite. But under no circumstances should you give energy drinks and, of course, alcohol.

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DELIRIUM TREMENS

OR A FICTIONAL STORY FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO LAUGH

When, freshly, I told this story to my adult daughter, she and I laughed, as they say, until we dropped. But I didn’t find it funny at all, just a couple of hours ago, when I was its most active participant.

And so, everything is in order.

On the outskirts of a small town in the Stavropol Territory, there lived an elderly couple: Valentina and her husband Stepan (names have been changed). People are kind, sympathetic, hard-working. The only problem is that Stepan was often and thoroughly addicted to alcoholic beverages. No matter how much Valentina cursed, no matter how much she begged him to stop drinking, she couldn’t do anything. And she repeated again: “When delirium tremens hits you, then maybe you’ll come to your senses.”

It seemed that Stepan turned a deaf ear to his wife’s frequent threat about “White Tremens.” But no! Apparently Valentin's scarecrow was firmly ingrained in his memory. This is confirmed by the case described below...

Next door to Valentina and Stepan lived (in an apartment) my daughter, son-in-law and their little son. And at that time I myself lived thousands of kilometers away from them. And so I had the opportunity to come and visit my children and grandson.

Before the trip, my daughter and I called via telegraph (at that time only the coolest people still had cell phones) to clarify all the details of my trip and clarify the address of their residence, because at that time they were still wandering around apartments. And someone else’s apartment is not a reliable business, which was confirmed by the event described below.

While I was getting to Stavropol (five days), the children urgently had to move to a new apartment.

Naturally, the children could not inform me about the emergency change of their place of residence, which occurred over the past two days, since I was already on my way.

Arriving by taxi at two o'clock in the morning at the previously indicated address, I tried to wake up the children. Only to the active, loud, prolonged and persistent knocking on the gate and the loud horn of the taxi, no one responded.

But suddenly, a light came on in the neighboring house. A woman came out of the gate and immediately asked the question: “Are you probably their mother?”

And they moved to the city center two days ago.

Only I can’t give you the address, but in the morning I can show you their new place of residence.

I know this place from memory.

You come to me, spend the night, and in the morning I will take you to the children.

Nothing to do. I paid the caring driver who helped me get through and followed the owner to the neighboring house. We met this friendly woman and began exchanging leading questions.

She already knew a lot about me in absentia from my daughter’s stories. And I thought to myself how good it was that my children had such kind and sympathetic people in their neighborhood.

Soon Valentina, that was the name of the hostess, suggested that all conversations be postponed until the morning, and now go to bed, because in two hours it was already time for her to go to work, and she had not actually slept yet.

It turns out that in the evening, she and her husband were invited to an anniversary, and returned home very late, due to the fact that it was a big problem to pull her husband out of any feast. Therefore, she and her husband went to bed shortly before my arrival. And, naturally, it wouldn’t hurt for her to get a couple of hours of sleep before work.

And in response to my concern about how I could leave quickly in the morning, Valentina said that she would return home around 8-9 in the morning and would sort everything out. And then she added that Stepan, her husband, after parties where rivers of alcohol flow, sleeps for a long time, so I can sleep peacefully until she returns, because, most likely, he will not wake up before her arrival. Besides, he also knows about my arrival.

I lay down in the soft bed that had been prepared for me, from which came the pleasant smell of fresh bed linen. After a four-day trip in a stuffy carriage and an unpleasant aftertaste from the gray carriage linen, which often reminded me of dusty roads in those nineties, this bed seemed like a heavenly place to me. And I quickly fell asleep.

Suddenly I woke up to someone trying to sit next to me. I jumped up on the bed screaming

You've come to the wrong place!

This “someone” jumped out of bed like a bullet and deathly silence reigned! Then the steps of retreating bare feet were heard, the rustling of a hand on the wall and a cry:

"Turn on the light! Turn on the lights quickly!

I, in turn, answer

I don't know where the switch is!

For in an unfamiliar environment, from all the surprise and complete darkness, I could not immediately figure out where the switch could be.

Again a rustling sound was heard on the wall and a pleading request was heard,

Turn on the lights quickly...!

I jump out of bed and, logically, try to determine where the switch might be. I quickly succeed, the light comes on. And I see in front of me a tall man, with a fairly rumpled and frightened face.

Not only did the evening drinking session leave its deep, unpleasant mark on his face, but his face also expressed some kind of terrible confusion and fear. He looked at me and the bed and asked so ingratiatingly:

Who are you?

Where am I?

At that moment I was no less confused than the terribly frightened man standing in front of me, and not finding a more suitable explanation, to the question: “Who are you?”, I, like that idiot, said: I am a man, and who are you? From which his face reflected an additional portion of horror and, without waiting for an explanation to the second question, he ran into the room where Valentina had gone to sleep.

I looked at my watch and realized that Valentina had already left for work. And I was left alone with her abnormal Stepan, who had not yet slept well after a fair amount of drinking. I realized that if something happened, I wouldn’t get help in this situation now. And we must be on guard.

I listened to his sighs and some fuss for a long time, and then sleep overcame me and I fell asleep.

I woke up from Stepan’s deliberately loud steps. He probably wanted to wake me up this way. The clock showed the beginning of eight. And before Valentina returned, I did not at all want to communicate with a person who had not yet woken up from drinking. So I pretended that I was still sleeping. Stepan shuffled past my bed a few more times and went outside. I quickly jumped off, got dressed, made the bed and went out onto the porch, considering this place to be safer.

The shining morning sun flooded the entire yard! I always admired its golden morning rays. I especially liked looking at them through the foliage of the trees. Then the rays acquire a special shade and do not hurt the eyes. Just here, behind the yard, there stood a spreading tree and the rays, as if to order, made their way through its foliage with just that, my favorite golden glow.

The burden of the nightmare immediately disappeared somewhere. It became easy and joyful from the realization that I would soon see and hug the people closest to me.

Behind the gate, which probably led to the utility yard, sounds were heard indicating that Stepan was doing housework there.

But then he appeared in the yard. Seeing me, he stopped abruptly and again, as at night, with some apprehension, suspicion and fear, he began to examine me. When I said, “Good morning!”, he muttered something under his breath and headed back to the utility yard.

Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to have a conversation with the owner of the house, I still decided to ask Stepan where I could wash.

Without saying a word, he went into the house. Showing me the washbasin in the kitchen, continuing to look at me strangely, he quickly slipped out into the street.

I don’t know who was more afraid of whom then, but looking at him I had the feeling that he was both afraid and studying me.

And I couldn’t understand the reason for his behavior. After all, if this behavior were his mental illness, then both my children and Valentina would have warned me about it.

I had absolutely no desire to wait for Valentina in such a tense atmosphere. And then a thought flashed: maybe Stepan knows the address where my children moved?

And it’s good that such a thought came to my mind, otherwise I don’t know how Stepan’s upside-down worldview would have ended (for me), who, as it turned out (later), at that time was already sure that he was in a state of “delirium tremens” . And I am just the result of his illness and his sick imagination.

What could he think?

Some person suddenly appeared in his house in the middle of the night, lay down in his bed, and behaved somehow strangely (in his understanding).

After the events that took place, I thought, how could everything that was happening then end for me if he suddenly wanted to drive away this “imagination”, that is, me, or somehow destroy me?

It turned out after everything that happened that, having gone out into the street at night (to relieve himself), when Valentina had already left for work, he, drunk, simply forgot where he slept, and having stumbled upon the first bed he found, where I was sleeping, out of habit he climbed into it . My cry: “You are in the wrong place!!!” immediately jammed his normal mind. And his new reason gave him a signal: “IT’S STARTED!!!”, in the sense that the “delirium tremens” promised by his wife had begun. After all, my wife warned me many times: don’t drink, Stepan, you’ll end up drunk.

So I finished drinking, Stepan thought then. Therefore, all his behavior associated with my appearance only later became explainable to both him and me. In the meantime, we were both perplexed and afraid.

Stepan, after drinking heavily, completely forgot about my arrival, although he knew about it. And for me it was self-evident that he knew about my arrival and Valentina said that she would warn him that I had arrived. So I didn’t understand what was happening to Stepan and why he perceived me so strangely.

I washed my face, and, full of determination, come what may, I decided to find out the address of my children from Stepan. Going out into the yard, I asked him from the raid: “Stepan, do you happen to know the address where my children moved to?”

And then Stepan experienced another, some kind of shock that was incomprehensible to me: he again looked at me carefully, and it was so obvious that the man was strenuously trying to comprehend something that I was scared again. But then joyful sparkles began to sparkle in Stepan’s eyes, his mouth began to shine, like a rainbow in a cloudy sky, then he jumped with some kind of crazy delight, and began to fuss in a completely new way, as if coming to life after a terrible event. But!!!, at the same time, it was obvious that he did not comprehend his actions at all. Suddenly he ran out of the yard and immediately returned a minute later, bolting the gate for some reason. Which personally alarmed me even more. From the gate he walked straight towards me, asking as he went: So, are you their mother?

Well, yes, I answered. And fear ran through my skin

Why did he bolt the gate and approach me?

As it turned out later, he himself didn’t know why he did this,

He probably had, so to speak, the flight of invisible wings that suddenly grow in a person out of great joy. And such a person begins to automatically rush happily “from corner to corner” and do some unconscious actions.

But I couldn’t understand the reason for his excitedly joyful transformation. Therefore, just in case, I concentrated completely, looking for a heavy stick standing nearby, which could be used for defense, if anything... And he, continuing to rejoice and, in joy, do inappropriate actions.

Apparently, wanting to feed the cow at that moment, he grabbed an armful of hay, but for some reason he began to invite the chickens to sprinkle the hay on THEM. Which made me even more worried.

Suddenly, as if having come to his senses, he threw this armful at his feet and, without hiding his joy, which was bursting out of him, began to apologize for still not inviting me into the house for breakfast. And with genuine politeness, he invited me into the house.

Keeping a certain distance, I followed Stepan into the kitchen. And I immediately looked for a poker there, again, just in case. Here Stepan surprised me again, he didn’t even want to talk to me, but here he filled the table with various foods, heated some tea, and treated me like his closest guest. He became talkative, began to remember and tell how my children lived here nearby. But, most importantly, he suddenly told me that he had helped my children move and remembered well the name of the street and the number of their house. I also remembered that the children left me a note with their new address.

But I, who still did not completely understand the reason for his joyful transformation, had one thought in my head: to quickly rush away from this dangerous house. I asked Stepan how often the bus runs here and whether I could leave right now?

The bus leaves every ten minutes

Stepan answered, and he himself volunteered to accompany me to my children’s new place of residence.

The fact that he would tell me the address of the children made me happy, but I categorically refused to accompany him. For his strange transformations still remained incomprehensible to me.

My load was capacious and heavy, so I asked Stepan to carry it to the stop.

Stepan ran to get the note and bags into the house, and was sincerely surprised that he still hadn’t noticed my two HUGE bags, which he had passed several times in the morning.

Stepan brought me my bulky luggage to the bus stop, and once again tried to offer his service - to accompany me. I once again kindly refused, warmly thanking him for the overnight stay, breakfast and for his attention to my children. And then, to my joy, the bus arrived.

I got on the bus and, with a sigh of relief, anticipating a joyful meeting with loved ones, I went to the city.

An hour later, after hugs and putting gifts out of bags for the children and grandson, I was already retelling my recent incident to my daughter.

When my story reached the nightly adventure with Stepan, my daughter suddenly remembered that Valentina had more than once frightened Stepan with delirium tremens. It was then that everything immediately cleared up in my head and fell into place... I immediately understood the inadequacy of Stepan’s night and morning behavior.

My daughter and I began to analyze and draw conclusions that Stepan, probably, when he did not find the switch in his own house, and also found someone unknown in his bed, thought that the very “delirium tremens” with which Valentina often frightened him had begun . Further analyzing all the details of Stepan’s behavior, my daughter and I burst out laughing, laughing, as they say, until we drop, imagining his situation. We realized (and later it turned out) that he actually thought that he was experiencing the WHITE TRENS predicted by his wife.

The next day Valentina confirmed our assumptions.

When she returned from work, her husband told her about his night and morning adventure.

It turns out that when Stepan heard my frightened cry: “You are in the wrong place!”, and then saw a stranger who appeared from nowhere in his bed and strangely introduced herself to him - “MAN!”, in response to his question: “Who am I?” in fact, he took everything for his real illness. As it turned out, he never fell asleep that night, because he was very shocked by his first “painful” visions of me.

Because of such a terrible shock, in the morning he did not notice my large bags, which were standing in plain sight, which were simply impossible not to notice. But they could have given him an idea about my arrival, for he knew that I had to come, since, when moving, the children asked him to track when I arrived and give me a note with their new address.

And only when I asked Stepan on the porch in the morning about the children’s address, that’s when he realized who I was. Everything immediately fell into place in his head, and the realization that he was healthy, that his brain had not yet gone crazy, made him the happiest person.

How did I feel at that moment? Who would have known! Just at the moment of his enlightenment, I began to suspect even more strongly that something had definitely happened to his psyche and I needed to be even more on guard.

Only when I arrived to see my children and grandson did I feel calm and... a barrage of laughter!!!

Valentina and I also had a good laugh when we met. She suggested that maybe this incident would stop Stepan’s craving for alcohol.

But I don’t know how Stepan and Valentina’s lives proceeded. For my own problems and worries distracted me from these events. Sometimes, the thought flashed through to find out how, after what happened, Stepan’s attitude towards his passion for drinking heavily developed. But the children soon moved to me, thousands of kilometers from the place where this event took place. Therefore, I could not satisfy my curiosity.

But, sometimes remembering those difficult years of the perestroika period, I remember with a laugh this unusual story, which is now simply funny for me.

Tatiana Zhuravkova.

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