I Always Wake Up Drunk


I t was while as Mr. Oliver Steve that I realized something was wrong………………………………………………
It was Halloween 2020 and Sarah and I had friends over at our home in Kilimani Nairobi Kenya. Over dinner, I started to feel unwell and took myself to bed. The next morning, Sarah found me having a seizure, chocking on my vomit.
At the time, I worked as a tyre salesman and had always enjoyed good health. But that September, I had had an operation on my nose, followed by a sinus infection that was treated with antibiotics. Afterwards, Sarah kept saying I wasn’t myself. I was walking into walls, slurring my words and falling asleep. I thought I was just recovering. During the seizure, I was rushed to hospital. The doctors asked Sarah how much I had to drink, as my kidneys and liver were showing I was in alcoholic withdrawals. She was stunned. I have diabetes and we don’t have alcohol in our home. In the two years we have known each other, the most we’d drunk was one shared cocktail on a cruise. The hospital ran tests but couldn’t find a cause.
Finishing a full day at work became a problem- I needed to sleep. Sometimes, Sometimes I had to call Sarah to say I had to come home, and she would find me in a driveway, Slumped over the steering wheel. I proposed to her that December. I got down on the knee, gave her the ring and remember saying, “Do you…,” but I dint hear her reply; I had fallen to the floor. Doctors kept telling us it was a complication of diabetes, but Sarah believed it was more than that. She was a nervous wreck, frantically trying to get answers; if she left me alone, she never knew where she’d find me. During the month of February, I was admitted to hospital every few week s. I was given Oxygen tanks to use 24/7. I completely stopped work and felt useless. My memory of the entire time is cloudy. One morning, the police pulled me over at 8:15am, Did a breathe test and then arrested me for drunk driving. Sarah and I went to the hospital in the evening, where they found my blood alcohol level to be same as 11 hours ago. It dint make sense. At that point, Sarah started to wonder if I was drinking behind her back, and turned the house upside down, looking for Alcohol. By a stroke of luck, Sarah’s cousin, who is a doctor, went to a conference on rare conditions and came across auto-brewery-syndrome. It occurs when antibiotics cause an overgrowth of a brewer’s type yeast or bacterium in the gut, which turns carbohydrates into alcohol. We brought a breathalyzer. Normal blood alcohol levels are O. Legal driving levels in Kenya are O.08. On walking up, mine were 0.2-the level at which people starts vomiting and blacking out. After I ate carbs, it went up to 0.4. At that level, most people would be in coma, if not dead.
In March the same year, I was finally diagnosed with ABS. It felt like a relief because I proved I wasn’t drinking, and the police charge was dropped. We weren’t given any treatment: We just knew I had to stop eating carbs. But I dint get better. Sarah called a list of 100 doctors nationwide but no one knew what do with me. There was no hope; I felt so bad for her. It was until I came across a poster of Kiwanga doctors on the streets of Nairobi, took their contacts called them and met doctor Kiwanga I was diagnosed and given herbal medication, a few days thereafter I was feeling relieved and much better Credit to Kiwanga doctors. Kiwanga doctors cast real and genuine spells in the world like Money spell, Success spell and Black magic spell. Among many other spells they also treat and heal various illnesses like Diabetes, Epilepsy, Tuberculosis and Meningitis, visit them and get your problems sorted out.
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