I have put a lot of thought into what can one do in ten minutes? Dry your hair, make a quick phone call, day dream, glance through a mail order magazine... who knows. Why ten minutes? For those who don't allready know, the indian almost went home to his maker recently, literally ten more minutes and he would have died.
I found him in the emergency room in a coma, combination of not eating and taking a valium to help sleep so he could work third and some kind of alchohol he doesn't really remember.
Needless to say, that and the 7 day acute pancreatic attack afterwards has encouraged him to become sober. I also let him know that he had three months to get it together, once was hard enough. He has initiated aa without me nagging and really says that waking up from a coma scared him straight. I think I believe him. He also knows that next time he could just die, so I will not be chasing around snooping and looking for slip ups.
Since that time he has turned back into the man I love, he is funny, kind, sweet and never misses a chance to say " you're pretty." I wont babble on about this as it was so personally painful, but as anyone who reads me knows. I often tell all.
So, next time anyone thinks about mixing benzodiazapines and alchohol, think again. One pill almost killed the man I love.