Hair of the Dog

Not all alcohol's are created equal. Defined by the telltale -OH group, alcohol ranges from deadly toxin to delightful intoxicant, all dependent on the number of carbon atoms it carries. Ethanol, the friendly molecule in vodka, cause of merriment and only a modicum of increased cancer risk and cirrhotic liver damage, is the safest of all these. But we have not always restricted ourselves to consumption of this only moderately toxic iteration. Prohibition carried with it an epidemic of blindness, a side effect of cheap bootleggers using woodchips in their fermentation process. Methanol, you see, that solitary carbon alcohol, is acutely toxic, both in the pleasant warming nervous system depressant way, and in the terrible formaldehyde producing metabolism kind of way.

We still see methanol induced blindness. We see it mostly in suicide attempts, but the acute (drinking methanol to end it all), and the long form (alcoholics who are too broke for regular booze). The toxin starts off like regular alcohol, inducing inhibitory effects throughout our brain, slowing our breathing, making everything just a bit distant and complicated. The issue arises when we try to get rid of it, our cellular machinery breaking it down into component parts. The components, with methanol, are worse than the whole, and formaldehyde courses through us, blocking our energy metabolism at every step. The damage to our cellular resources can be staggering, and deadly.

We can help though. We can decrease the metabolism of methanol, forcing it into a slower elimination with less acute toxicity. We do this with alcohol. Ethanol, to be precise, straight into your veins. You will be drunk as a skunk, and the ethanol will block the metabolism of methanol, using up all the available alcohol dehydrogenase.

How is that for hair of the dog that bit you?