Back in '96, I went to a concert with my roommate and a chick from work. The concert got rained out, so we all trundled over to the musician’s place to console him on his concert getting rained out. He had a jug of some cheap swill wine he and the girl from work wound up drinking, to the point that she got pretty messed up. The roomate and I went to get the girl's car from where it was parked and, when we got back, the musician met us in the driveway to let us know the girl had started puking up blood and he'd called 911. The roommate (who'd driven the girl's car and thus had her keys) immediately went inside, found the girl's purse, and pulled out the bottle of anti-depressants that said on the label DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL, and handed them to the EMTs when they arrived.
I've known (and know) a lot of folks who are medications of one kind or another and the number one thing they tell me about it is, you cannot take pills and drink at the same time. Period. End of story. It will not end well.
( For someone who gave up, you sure aren't giving up. )
I've known (and know) a lot of folks who are medications of one kind or another and the number one thing they tell me about it is, you cannot take pills and drink at the same time. Period. End of story. It will not end well.
( For someone who gave up, you sure aren't giving up. )