Thank you all, and you all know who you are, for sending me private messages asking me where I was at.
Here is what happened. My quit just about did me in, I am still quit, but it had lead to a deep depression, anxiety, nausea, and just feelings that something wasnt quite right.
Well, i went to my doctor about it, and she suggeted I switch from Lexapro, which is an SSRI, to Wellbutrin, which has qualities to help smokers quit. Well, I knew since being in the medical field that I should never quit an SSRI cold turkey, but I did, and started on the Wellbutrin.
Two days into the Wellbutrin, I had an alcoholic drink. This was this past Saturday, I blacked out that evening, talk about WEIRD. Well, by Sunday, I honestly cannot remember anything about that day. I guess I started drinking at some point, to take the edge off, and by the afternoon my mom said I called her because I was having heart palpitations, and she came and got me to take me to the ER, and she said I had a large glass of diet rite mixed with alcohol in my hand and I told her: "They will admit me this time, so I am just going to drink it all." I barely remember making that statement, and after that, I have no recollection of what happened the rest of the evening.
Mom got me to the ER, I was completely out of it and incoherent, kept asking the doctor over and over again if I was going to die, mom said they kept telling me no, I was not going to die, BUT, my ALCOHOL LEVEL IN MY SYSTEM WAS 0.325, now that is FOUR TIMES over the legal limit, and I dont even remember doing it!!!!!
So, they stabilized me, asked me if I wanted to be admitted to the behavioral health unit, I guess I said yes, because that is where I ended up at. Woke up Monday morning being on the unit with a bunch of crazy people, one hallucinating constantly about how she killed Romeo and now he was a ghost living under her house, and that when she dies the evil spirits were going to take her away.
Also, there was another crazy gal in there who couldnt even function, it was horrible.
There was no one on one counseling, all they did was pump me full of vitamins and finally started me back on my Lexapro at 10 mg. When I finally saw the psychiatrist, I asked him if i could tell him a short story, and his words to me were: Sure, as long as you make it quick. Now what the heck? I needed help in undertanding what on earth I did to myself!!!
Now, my old fears are back in my head, I am afraid 24/7 of something like that happened to me again. My family thought I was trying to off myself, and that is what I am afraid of in my deep subconscious, but i know in my right mind I would never do that, but I still fear it, intensely.
I signed myself out AMA last night, that just wasnt the place for me, no counselin, no one on one, no one to tell me what could have happened to me.
Still quit though, I think it is day 26.