I took the other half of that Ativan last night. Two vodka drinks in a body that I have not been taking care of lately was a little too much, and I spent all of Christmas Eve night awake but exhausted, in and out of the bathroom on the verge of vomit, in a home that is not my own.
By 5:00 am, I was in full-on panic mode and my hubby was stirring. He asked if I was okay and what he could do for me. Water and my Ativan. I am so so glad that I thought to throw it in the suitcase just in case; I don't usually carry it with me anywhere.
I didn't feel like it did a lot for me - not quickly at least - but by the time the kids were up around 7:00, I was feeling well enough to be away from the garbage can I had nearby just in case. By 2:00 pm I could eat again.