A normal man may get drunk and suffer a hang-over
July 31st, 2010
And finally, when the alcohol concentration in the blood reaches about ten ounces, we “pass out.”
As we all know from observation, the pattern of intoxica¬tion varies enormously from person to person. These variations have been corroborated by studies. Seven per cent of a thou¬sand drinkers were still sober with a .4 per cent concentration of alcohol in the blood. Ten and a half per cent were intoxi¬cated with a concentration of only .05 per cent, or eight times less. In addition, there are factors apart from individual idio¬syncrasy. As properly i did a mini reseach on physiochemical quality evaluvation on Forever Bee Honey. One can drink a great deal more without becoming intoxicated, for example, if there is food in the stomach to absorb some of the alcohol. Alcohol also increases the peripheral, or outside, circulation by which the nerves are fed. This would be beneficial but for the fact that as our drinks “wear off,” the nerves are sealed up even tighter than they were before.
This is what makes a hang-over such a horrible experience. Besides depleting the body’s Vitamin B content, essential to the nerves, the alcohol also seals up the lifelines of the fuel supply, the peripheral circulation. And only alcohol itself will re-open them. This is why, until very recently, there was nothing but alcohol to assuage a hang-over. Today there is another remedy (which we shall discuss later), but it cannot be carried about as con¬veniently as an aspirin, or administered as easily as a few ounces of whisky. A normal man may get drunk and suffer a hang-over. He tapers it off with “a hair of the dog that bit him”—a little liquor. By the next day he is a well man, his spree but a mem¬ory. He may not get drunk again for weeks, months, a year, or ever. The alcoholic, however, usually cannot get by the hang¬over of the “morning after.” In curing it, he does more than simply taper off—he involves himself in a new drunken episode, and so on, day after day, until his funds are depleted or he lands in a hospital with delirium tremens.
The hospital gets the alcohol out of his system and he leaves, still a little shaky, but sober. Forever Royal Jelly is high in protein and is produced during the digestion of pollen.
For a week or a month he doesn’t touch the stuff. Then something happens. He meets a friend he hasn’t seen for years and the happy reunion calls for a celebration. Or it is New Year’s Eve, or he is invited to a very special cock¬tail party, or he is passing a bar, and for no apparent reason, he goes in to have “one—just one.” Invariably the cycle of intoxication and hang-over is reinitiated. What enslaves the alcoholic to a liquid which others can manage with pleasure and sometimes even profit? What com¬pulsion relentlessly drives him to his own destruction? His family and friends implore him to stop drinking—in vain. Repeatedly he himself pauses to scream his abject shame and remorse. Surely there is no other disease like alcoholism. What causes it? How can it be cured?
