Best Alcoholic Drink When on Warfarin? What Has Least INR Effect?i

[Guest]

I would drink before I had my surgery when out and about with friends, just casual drinks here and there at times. I miss drinking when socializing and I don't do it simply because I'm afraid of it messing with my INR or something happening. My question is, if I were to drink, how much could I actually drink and what kind of effects would it have on my INR? is there an alcoholic drink that least effects my inr? say a beer would be better to drink over hard liquor, etc. thanks!

 

[pellicle]

Hi
as you'll find searching on this site, there is almost no effect from alcohol on INR, they are totally different metabolisms. The only issue is if your INR is high and you get so drunk you fall over a lot you may have a cranial bleed.

I drink red wine most nights, brandy when I feel like it, and have a few beers most weekends. Recently went to a wine makers dinner where I had about 3 bottles over the night ... bit seedy the next morning, don't think that's because I'm on warfarin.

No observable alteration from where my INR normally sits.

Drink and be merry

 

[Agian]

Recently went to a wine makers dinner where I had about 3 bottles over the night ... bit seedy the next morning

Can you tell us the date, so I can read your posts again?

 

[big_L]

I'd avoid the kale wine (ha, ha). Otherwise, I'd not worry and enjoy yourself in moderation.

 

[pellicle]

Can you tell us the date, so I can read your posts again?

my excuse is that my phone no longer handles this forum.

 

[marc_kowal]

Make sure if you have mixed drinks, like a vodka with cranberry, know if any of the juices could mess with your meds. Aside from that, use your head and drink up!

 

[ferguson]

I have a different take on drinking. I'm in AA. But, alas, haven't been able to get to meetings lately. Meetings are vital. But also I've noticed that of my aa pals, nobody calls me. And that bothers me. reminds me of some doggerel when I was a kid, "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I' m going to eat some worms. Long fat juicy ones....something something something..." It bothers me that when I need some contact there is none. I don't have anything to drink. And lord knows I miss it. I'm from a long line of irish drinkers. And I was good at it. A hollow leg. My dad was a bar drinker. Friends in every joint in town. I wasn't; like george Thorogood, I drank alone. When my father died on the barroom floor he was surrounded by friends. He was just 51. In 1963 when he died, nothing much could be done with or for the heart. He'd had scarlet fever or rheumatic fever in highschool and his heart was damaged. In those days heart disease was a pretty sure death sentence. When it came to drinking he was a moderate alchoholic...I think that when I was a kid he tried AA. I remember wondering about how nice and friendly he became. He scared me silly when I was a kid because he was an angry man. Or maybe hung over. I don't know. I started drinking when I was 21; a good catholic boy, I'd taken "the pledge" not to drink til I hit that magic age. When I started I made up for lost time. Dad was taken aback when He saw me drink. I threw my drinks down. I was a big kid and could hold it. The old hollow leg. I was 50 when I quit, because I could not quit...If there was booze near I was there. I went to AA and quit. A great organization. But I had always thought that booze was good for you. It was only much later that I realized the ravages of drinking, heavy drinking which I did. I suspect I damaged my heart. It happens. But here I am 20 some years later still alive. the problem is that the TAVR procedure did not treat me kindly. Replaced my stenotic Aortic valve at a price. I have a lot of issues now that I did not have when they wheeled me into the operating room. I'm starting to voice my, I guess, dismay. I'm alive but still sick. And now I'm afraid to drink. Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. But neither smoking nor drinking saves a helluva lot of money. And money is the root of all good. It's nice to have money. It's a tough world out there and money eases the fall. So does cynicism. which is probably not a good attitude for heart health either. I've got a lot to learn and realize

 

[ferguson]

I have a different take on drinking. I'm in AA. But, alas, haven't been able to get to meetings lately. Meetings are vital. But also I've noticed that of my aa pals, nobody calls me. And that bothers me. reminds me of some doggerel when I was a kid, "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I' m going to eat some worms. Long fat juicy ones....something something something..." It bothers me that when I need some contact there is none. I don't have anything to drink. And lord knows I miss it. I'm from a long line of irish drinkers. And I was good at it. A hollow leg. My dad was a bar drinker. Friends in every joint in town. I wasn't; like george Thorogood, I drank alone. When my father died on the barroom floor he was surrounded by friends. He was just 51. In 1963 when he died, nothing much could be done with or for the heart. He'd had scarlet fever or rheumatic fever in highschool and his heart was damaged. In those days heart disease was a pretty sure death sentence. When it came to drinking he was a moderate alchoholic...I think that when I was a kid he tried AA. I remember wondering about how nice and friendly he became. He scared me silly when I was a kid because he was an angry man. Or maybe hung over. I don't know. I started drinking when I was 21; a good catholic boy, I'd taken "the pledge" not to drink til I hit that magic age. When I started I made up for lost time. Dad was taken aback when He saw me drink. I threw my drinks down. I was a big kid and could hold it. The old hollow leg. I was 50 when I quit, because I could not quit...If there was booze near I was there. I went to AA and quit. A great organization. But I had always thought that booze was good for you. It was only much later that I realized the ravages of drinking, heavy drinking which I did. I suspect I damaged my heart. It happens. But here I am 20 some years later still alive. the problem is that the TAVR procedure did not treat me kindly. Replaced my stenotic Aortic valve at a price. I have a lot of issues now that I did not have when they wheeled me into the operating room. I'm starting to voice my, I guess, dismay. I'm alive but still sick. And now I'm afraid to drink. Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. But neither smoking nor drinking saves a helluva lot of money. And money is the root of all good. It's nice to have money. It's a tough world out there and money eases the fall. So does cynicism. which is probably not a good attitude for heart health either. I've got a lot to learn and realize.