My brother phoned last night and after saying that nobody cared about him, he was worthless, everybody saw him as a hopeless drunk and similar, ignored my protests and said he had got a rope and was in the process of rigging it up to hang himself. Then he hung up.
I couldn’t call him back because his line was engaged. I couldn’t pop around there because I’m in the UK and he lives in the USA. Eventually I managed to get in touch with the State Police Department who went round to check he was okay.
He was crashed out after drinking a shed load of alcohol.
This isn’t the first time he has done stupid, crazy things and his problem is getting worse. He’s had early signs of cirrhosis of the liver and he had a seizure recently due to his drinking, but he cannot stop.
Nobody who enjoys a Saturday night out, a party or a few drinks with friends would put themselves on the same level as someone with this kind of problem.
But when he was enjoying his Saturday nights out, parties and drinks with friends, he didn’t either, so I wonder how you know you’ve crossed the line?
Currently I find it hard not to have a drink or two every evening after work, when I’m stressed, when I’m out with friends, when I eat out and so on and I’m not the only one. But apparently this is normal as long as you count the units.
Yet alcohol is toxic so in effect we’re rationing poison. It’s a weird old world.
