One of the biggest fears you can experience after agreeing to check into a rehab clinic is the detoxification program. Reading all the horror stories about what I should expect during the first days of rehab made me terrified of what would happen. How will I sleep if I donít have at least one glass of Jack? What drugs will they give me? What if the 1940sí Russian sleep deprivation experiment is not a hoax?
The fear is real, no doubt about it
Because the thought of not being able to get some shuteye petrified me, I was very close to giving up on the rehab center altogether. I wanted to tell my wife, but frankly I was too ashamed to let her and my parents down. Even so, while she was driving me to the clinicís facility, the only thing that I could envision is opening the car door and jumping out.
My wife must have felt my anxiety; before we passed through the gates of the facility, she stopped the car and asked me if I had changed my mind. I didnít answer. All I could think of was if only I had one last drink, I could definitely muster the courage I need to walk right in. We spent around 2 hours in front of the gates, time during which I didnít say a word.
I realized there was no turning back when she drove in the rehab centerís premises. Before we got out of the car, she hugged me and said I have nothing to fear because today weíre just going to take a look around. I felt relieved.
Donít be afraid to ask!
When we finally met my physician, I couldnít bear it anymore and asked her directly if I can die from the detox. To my surprise, she answered that very few patients, namely those with a high intake of alcohol or drugs, undergo a pharmaceutical detoxification. Some patients submit themselves to a reduction regimen under the supervision of a medical team.
The rest are strong enough to cope with the detoxís effects on their own and donít need any special in-patient therapy. At worst, they would be given sleeping pills if they donít manage to get some shut eye after 2 to 3 days.
It didnít kill me
I will not lie; the first 2 days there felt more like being in a prison than a medical center. After he took my cell phone, the counselor looked through my suitcase and confiscated the 3 small bottles of Jack I hid in the pockets of my parka sweatshirt.
On top of that, I started feeling very sick, nauseous, dizzy, and lightheaded. Every time I tried to get up, I thought I would throw up. Because I didnít manage to sleep during this time, I was irritated, restless and rather twitchy. Even though it was an awful experience, it didnít kill me.
If you decide to turn your life around, go ahead and check into a clinic. While things could get ugly during the first couple of days, rest assured it will all be worth it in the end!