My friend retired and it turned out that so much of his life was wrapped up in his job (he was the owner/operator of a family business) that he didn’t k ow what to do and got very depressed. Then he started drinking. Then the drinking and wallowing in self pity lead to a big fight with his wife that eventually lead to them separating. He moved out and now he was a depressed alcoholic with no family support. Then he either accidentally or purposely took too much of something and now he’s gone.
It wasn’t only the drinking but that was a huge factor. And you can’t drink yourself out of depression.
Well, in my dad’s case, he was admitted to the hospital with jaundice because his liver was failing. He’d been there a few hours when my brother and I both got the call – “You should probably get down here while you still have the chance.” He was dead within 12 hours, multiple organ failure.
Leading up to that, a few weeks prior I spent a few days at his place while his wife was on a work trip so someone else would be around – he was convalescing from a couple of broken ribs so he had limited mobility. He mostly took care of himself, but he needed help with a few things. One of those things, unfortunately, was sending me out to pick up 36-packs of Budweiser. I was there for 3 or 4 days, I can’t recall anymore. During that time, I did not see *any* liquid that wasn’t Budweiser pass his lips. It was only a couple weeks after that visit that he was admitted to the hospital.
One of the biggest reasons I’m recounting this story is because of people like my uncle – my dad’s been dead for coming up on 7 years now, and to this day his brother still struggles with it. Why? Because it was “just beer.” How could he have died from *just beer?* My dad was never a hard liquor guy – in his youth, a little, but by the time he’d settled down and had kids, he was just a beer guy. A LOT of beer guy, to be fair – some of my earliest memories are getting ready for school and passing by my dad, passed out in the living room next to a stack of cans. But beer’ll kill you just the same as anything else if you abuse it. It may take some time – my dad was 54 when he passed – but don’t have the attitude that a lesser dose of poison will kill you any less if you keep at it for a long time.
There are few examples I have heard about from friends or family:
1. Man got news from his doctor, that if he continues drinking it will kill him. He of course continued and one day his artery burst open. His daughter tried to resuscitate, but he was dead in few seconds
2. Woman gradually lost feeling in her legs, her body started shutting down and in few months she was found dead in her apartment. Her liver shut down and her body wasn’t ready for that.
3. Man died after a night of drinking (one of many). His brain couldn’t handle the alcohol and he died in his sleep.
I think my Dad is living a horrible consequence of a life of alcoholism…years of Mad-men-esque drinking brought on a specific type of dementia…and now he’s locked in a memory unit and can’t remember the past 3 minutes. His muscles are wasting and his mind is gone- but he’ll probably “live” for several more years. It’s a nightmare. Some things are worse than death- but eventually, his drinking will be what killed him.
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