Personal Narrative: Drinking At The Hospital

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

So I attended the AA (alcoholic anonymous) meeting of a group called Choices Group from the KCB club on November 13th, 2015 at 2:30 PM. This AA meeting was held at the location of 5715 W. Alexander Rd.//Leon Ave. Although they meet everyday, this was the best day for my schedule. What I liked is that right away, I got in touch with the meeting organizer named Laura and she was more then willing to let me sit in in one of the meetings. Even over the phone I could feel that she was a nice person and when I met her I was not wrong. She has purple hair and such a bubbly personality. For starters, I always thought everyone would sit around in a circle but that was not the case in this meeting. There were tables where people can sit as well as some back chairs with no tables. When I arrived, Laura told me to sit in the back and when we go over people’s names to say that I was a visitor, that unfortunately never happened. It was around 2:27 PM and there was roughly 10 people there. As it got closer to 2:30 PM a bus showed up and that is when the rest of the people showed up. Roughly 45 people were there and the meeting started.

I understand that, at least for me at the time, drinking was a way of connecting with friends, to socialize with strangers, and to alleviate the shyness. But in hindsight, I noticed there was a change from wanting to needing a drink.  It was a way to deal with the

Relieved to be going in the right direction, she settled into a seat, watching the passing scenery of auto-body shops and convenience stores. Memories of her childhood raced through her mind. How sad and devastated she'd been when her mother left. The loneliness of living in a house full of people that didn't care about anything but the party. All the times her father hadn't even noticed she was alive except when he wanted a beer or something cooked for him and his biker gang. Even as a little girl, she'd tried to do the dishes and keep the house somewhat clean, but it never stayed that way for long before empty beer cans littered every surface.

I would like to start this paper out by saying many things will be left out in order to get this paper graded in a timely manner. Everything in this paper is told to the best of my ability to remember it however, I can not remember everything due to mind and mood altering substances and simple getting older and time passing.

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I was scared. I was just plain scared. The constant sound of a shrinking beeping. The smells of the antiseptic hospital ward. I was in shock and in complete disbelief. Why I am here? I should be at home doing my homework for the next day, but I am not. I am here. Now, I am lying on a flat patient cot. The yellow walls in my room had a distinct feeling that I was in a psychiatric ward was had utterly cold, however everyone on the floor was welcoming and willing to help. Nurses are bombarding into the room asking questions. In the meantime, my left arm is swollen from the IV stuck in me. I feel like a toddler having no idea about her surroundings. This all could have been avoided; however now it does not matter. I am glued to a sterile bed. A

Nine years ago I started drinking beer and liquor. I would drink every opportunity I could. I would use excuses like I need a beer I'm tired, I had a rough day, and I need a beer so I can sleep well. I would go to work still drunk from the night before, I would even drive drunk. Last year in December 2015 my cousin Melissa invited me to church. I put it off a few times until I decided we should go. The first time being in this church I felt very welcomed. I can feel something telling me I had to come back. After a few times at Raymondville UPC I decided that I want to get baptized in Jesus name, So I did! Every day I thank God for changing my life. He took me away from that lifestyle I have lived of drinking. He blessed me with a wonderful

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I can be cool if you do not drink. Once I was at a wedding with my brother and his friends, and there was alcohol there. All of them told me to drink, but I would not do it. As the wedding went on, and people kept nagging me. When I was about to give in, I saw a guy that I knew, and he had a lot to drink. He was about to drive home, but then I went up to him told him "you have had to much to drink." He said back to me "then how will I get home?" I told him "I will drive you home." After I got back to the wedding, everyone asked me "where did you go?" I told them where I went and what I did. Then they all realized that not drinking can be a good

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Immediately after the music interval, she conveyed her wishes to acquaint me with a true friend - the business owner - and guided me by the hand to the club’s rear, where an affable middle-aged man sat, seemingly entertained by the crowd. Then after the introduction, she leaned forward for an extended whisper in his ear, which in spite of the noisy crowd made me uncomfortable. To add into the unlikely behavioral habit, she consequently sat beside him, almost ignoring my presence. Now, though I was aware by own experience of the suspicion craft alcohol can sometimes play in our minds, whereas this was or not one of those occasions, due to my own past recollections, I couldn’t deem myself utterly drunk at the moment. So I decided to add some

Carl, Derek, Adam and I plan on having some leaving drinks this Friday so as it’s been a pleasure working with all of you which I’m sure you all will say the same about me without a doubt and you fancy a drink in my name after work then you’re more than welcome to come along to provide a real legends exit, also applies to anyone I didn’t include

“ I, myself was a teacher at MC’s school but the drink got the best of me and I hit a pupil, which is something I obviously regret but in my defence he did throw scissors into my back. This excuse was obviously invalid . My whole life has revolved around God and the Bible. Our household has always had a firm trust in God and the Republican Party but all the trust and love has not stopped my drinking. I drink to hide my insecurities. Since my teenage years, I have constantly been mocked because I look like a sort of land whale and that I have an unlimited account at Mc Donald’s. The drink provides a sense of haziness, a sort of detachment from the real world. I keep saying to myself in a mad world, only the mad are sane. I have brought up MC

After coming home from school, my neighbor and I watched TV on the couch together and I began to feel thirsty. Luckily, my neighbor was so invested with the TV show that I was able to walk over to my freezer and place an EyesKube into my drink. My cup was colored and not transparent so my neighbor never even noticed.