Wet Brain
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Wet brain, is the story of an alcoholic
What does a wet brain feel like? It feels something akin to what it was when you first started drinking. You have just finished dinner and now you are thinking about that third glass of wine or Scotch whiskey your host is offering you with dessert…
A wonderful time of day! And yet we know by experience how quickly a good idea turns into a bad one and in the morning it all becomes so much trouble.
Well, this very same thing can happen if you leave out any of several key things. The most important is: sleep. In order for your body to repair itself after an exhausting party night, you need at least eight hours of continuous deep slumber.
If you do not achieve such a result – even worse – you might actually make your condition much worse. That’s why doctors suggest getting up early on the next day after a binge of partying and using every trick possible to ensure yourself a full night’s rest.
It will be tough without sleeping pills, but try counting sheep before going off to dreamland… you’ll get used to doing so sooner than later. Don’t forget about regular meals as well; that’s another way to keep your metabolism up until the moment you return home.
No matter where you’ve been or who you were drinking with, it would also help tremendously if you did some stretching exercises right after waking up. They’re known to work wonders and have proven effective against all kinds of hangovers and headaches.
Alcoholism has both physical and psychological sides to it. Those suffering from this disorder often start developing mood swings and suffer from anxiety, depression, and irritability too. For example, they may suddenly snap at someone over nothing and then appear tearful shortly thereafter.
And more often than not, these episodes will seem inexplicable, which makes it even harder for the sufferer. This kind of behavior naturally increases their feeling of self-condemnation, making them even less likely to seek help. Of course, there is no quick fix for anything, but it never hurts to talk to a therapist specializing in treating alcohol dependence.
These individuals know exactly what’s happening and how to go about helping patients overcome the problem. So don’t hold back if you think there could be a serious issue inside.
All in all, everyone must take care of themselves and seek medical treatment whenever necessary. And not only that – they should remember to rest and stay away from alcohol too. Because sometimes it takes two steps forward to learn one step back and what appears to be harmless fun may turn out quite unexpectedly, leaving everyone feeling down or disappointed.
By following the rules laid out here and acting accordingly, you’ll find you have much fewer issues than others and usually none worth worrying over. wet brain from alcohol abuse
The Housewives
“Your mother said you told her that you wanted me.”
A girl stepped toward him. She was standing by the fireplace wearing an old checkered dress and black boots. Her long blonde hair fell down around her shoulders and covered half of her face. He looked at those dark eyes looking straight through his soul and felt a chill run down his spine.
She spoke again. “You don’t want to lie to your mommy do you?”
He wasn’t sure whether she really was talking to him or perhaps just fantasizing. Was he imagining everything that had happened to him that night?
“I promise you, I will hurt you,” she whispered softly. Then she added in a mocking voice: “But I am afraid your mommy won’t believe you. Your friends don’t either!”
There was so much venom in her words that he began to tremble. But she went on anyway.
“Did you really think that you were the only person having problems with your life?” She turned around and walked over to the kitchen door. “We all have our own little secrets and pleasures. What’s yours?”
She opened the door and called out. “Oh come in… don’t stand in the hallway…”
At first, he didn’t dare move. Every single fiber of his being seemed to demand him to stay put. Maybe he was still dreaming and would wake up soon? Maybe it was all a bad dream?
He shook himself and moved forward cautiously. When he stepped closer to the threshold, he realized it wasn’t the living room or kitchen area of the house. It was a large storeroom. All he could see were shelves piled high with boxes.
Some of them contained books and magazines, others clothing, bags, and shoes. Everything was organized neatly and labeled properly. The floor was covered in sawdust. An ancient wooden table stood in the middle of the room, but he couldn’t tell what sort of equipment had once been placed on it.
That’s when he heard footsteps coming from behind him, heavy and loud. He turned around nervously while trying to cover his nakedness. Another woman appeared. This time she wore a white nurse uniform and carried a tray in her hand. There were four cups sitting on it. Each cup was filled with hot tea. On the tray, there was sugar, honey, and milk.
“Don’t worry,” she said quietly. “This isn’t your last chance.”
He took the offered drink and drank deeply. Her hands touched his body, stroking it tenderly. A shiver ran down his spine. She poured the hot liquid into his mouth and helped him swallow it.
The soft touch of her fingers against his cheek caused him to tremble. She smiled as he tried to catch his breath, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Then she led him further inside the storeroom. In front of him were several metal poles arranged in a circle and above them hung chains attached to pulleys.
Chains were fastened onto the top bar and a thick leather strap was suspended from it.
“Have you ever done any bondage before?” asked the girl. They both laughed together.
“Well no,” he answered. He felt at home here and wasn’t even surprised anymore when she used that special tone of voice.
“Why did you come to us today?” the lady continued, gently lifting up his chin with her fingers. His head was spinning slightly, which made him feel dizzy. He was already missing the feeling of air circulating between his lungs. The heaviness in his stomach.
“I’ve got nothing better to do…” he replied vaguely.
“So this is how you spend your spare time?” she teased.
“Yes. Mostly I sit at my desk all day and look after things for my boss.”
He grinned weakly. “And I suppose you’re right. But who wouldn’t like to get away from it all now and then… relax a little…”
The woman pulled him close and he lay his head on her bosom. The fabric covering her breasts felt cool against his skin. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It was such a relief to finally stop running. To be back in a familiar place where everything made sense.
When the door to the storeroom suddenly slammed open, they broke apart and quickly turned around. Two big guys entered carrying various tools and other objects. One man walked directly past them towards another corner of the building. His body was covered in tattoos; his shirt was cut off and torn. He left the doorway completely wide open.
After a few seconds, two more men arrived in their stead, carrying a metal bed frame. At least three people were working with it. It had clearly seen better days. Rips and tears decorated almost every inch of its surface. Along one side, an old mattress had collapsed.
It didn’t take long until the first screws fell through the planks and vanished into the darkness below. Soon enough, someone had discovered the nails and with some effort managed to pull them loose too. And only then does the hammer come into play.
With each blow, the wood beneath started to splinter. It didn’t take very long until the bed itself became too unstable to support all those extra weights.
Suddenly, a tall blonde woman wearing a short skirt approached with a flashlight in her hand. As soon as the light reflected off her face, she looked straight into his eyes. Her smile reminded him of a wolf grinning at its prey.
She placed the beam on the end of the bed that was about to collapse and turned it on again. A second later, the entire structure collapsed entirely. Dust rose up all over the room. After the final piece had fallen through the opening, the blonde woman held out her hand to help him climb free. Together they stepped outside, followed by the group of workers.
Another guy followed closely behind her with a plastic bag full of metal pieces. When he stopped next to the old bed, the metal fell out of the bottom and he frantically bent down to pick it up, clearing the way for the rest of them to enter. Once they all passed by him, he returned to work repairing the hole in the wall.
When they were gone, the woman opened the door leading back into the main section of the storehouse. He glanced down and saw what she’d been carrying: parts and fragments of a broken arm. It seemed to belong to a man. Her partner must have dropped it just outside the building.
After a moment she locked the door again and guided him along a dark corridor. Their surroundings changed constantly. Suddenly shelves were replaced with windows looking out over the fields. Light spilled down from the ceiling and illuminated everything from the inside. Workers walked past the windows carrying heavy loads across the floor and into boxes. Sometimes he could see women waiting patiently in line but never for long.
Even though there was plenty of space, most people ended up standing right in front of the window anyway. There wasn’t even enough room on either side of the aisle to keep walking without bumping into others. All the customers in line moved in sync.
Not because anyone told them to do so, but simply because everyone else was doing it. They hardly ever spoke. Everyone knew exactly what was expected of them. So much was already decided for them. If not for that, they would never know where to go or what they were supposed to do.
They didn’t need to walk far before arriving at an empty corner. Inside the open door, he found himself facing a girl about his own age. He hesitated briefly, but she gave him a friendly nod and invited him in. He didn’t really want to come, but he couldn’t turn her down. What’s more, he actually hoped that maybe it might be different this time.
When he sat down on the edge of the bed, she grabbed several pillows piled high against the walls and placed them near his legs. Then she took off her jacket and laid it over his shoulders. This made him feel more comfortable but also brought attention to the fact that he was wearing none at all. When he tried to remove his hands from his lap and cover up for himself, she brushed her fingers aside.
She removed his shoes and socks and gently massaged his feet. She touched the skin between his toes in order to make them tingle and made sure that he relaxed. While still rubbing, she used a leather strap with wooden beads dangling on the end to scrub his whole body clean.