Oh my God I've fucked up royally. Can anyone in London help? My husband is about to send me back to Atlanta from here and he doesn't know the half of it. At this point I just want to go to rehab. But he has so much invested in this trip-- not sure why. I need to know I won't withdraw which is why I've been having a drink every two hours. I've got to get downstairs to pay that minibar tab and stop it.what a disease this is