This is so hard to explain, but I kind of feel like Stains the dog; alcohol edition. Because I just can't drink enough to actually get to drunk. I can barely get to tipsy. It's right there in front of me, but the naltrexone runs the weirdest interference.
Yesterday, while hanging out enjoying my holiday cooking, I decided t0 actively TRY to get drunk. Never have I ever.
Over the course of the afternoon (starting at around 3-ish) and evening, I had several drinks. Five, to be exact. They were standard bartender 6 counts of vodka, for a roughly 1.5oz pour per drink. That should've done a couple of things - first, I should've been feeling gregarious, a little flirty with my husband, and just generally should be feeling what I'm starting to think of as The Lie. The Lie is that everything is ok, let's have fun! "No," it shouts, "MORE FUN!"
Or... "No more fun." That's the message now. I hear it loud and clear.
Certainly, 5 drinks would have been more than enough for me to have been drunk. Because I'd have followed them with more. ;) But even while trying to push the issue, I spread those drinks out, subconsciously, over seven hours.
Ham, sweet potatoes for me, au gratin for everyone else, salad, etc, etc. Holiday food. Nope. I had most of my sweet potato, a few bites of ham, a bite of gratin to taste for seasoning...
As I've hinted before I'm suddenly able to hear the other messages that have been hanging out in a more quiet section of my brain. The biggest revelation to me is that my body is getting the message through to my brain with both alcohol and food: Hey, not now, you're full. Stop.
Never have I ever.
Side effects: Still none. I take the naltrexone early in the day (roughly noon-ish) and the only thing I've really noticed is that the fullness I mentioned above can come across as stomach "upset." But it's not, it's just being acutely aware, hours after taking the pill itself, of the uncomfortable sensation of being full. So.
And finally because I think it's necessary to add: I am in no way affiliated with the makers of Naltrexone (I take the generic) nor am I compensated in any way other than the deep irritation of having "Alcohol Abuse" as part of my permanent physician's record. :\ And of course the satisfaction of being a Pubmed guinea pig for your amusement.
This is in no way to be taken as medical advice, as I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on the internet.
And word to the wise: If you plan to speak to your doctor, or friends and family, about this.. plan to get some pushback, some mentions of "If you have a problem isn't it time to stop altogether..." etc. Stay vigilant. It's not on the FDA restricted list, it's approved for moderating OR quitting, and you might want to consider printing out more information so you have it in hand. Don't rely on your phone or your memory.