It’s Wednesday now and I’m still suffering, who’d have thought the damage from one night of drinking could be so bad? Well I did for a start, that’s why I was so unsure as to whether or not to drink on Saturday night. My wife and daughter are away in Tenerife and I was invited to a friends birthday bash at his house so I took the opportunity to have a few beers and unwind. A few beers developed into a few more and to be honest it was an excellent night, most fun I’ve had in ages. The hand stand competition in particular will probably go down in history. My past glories of running around on my hand didn’t translate so well to being about 16 pounds heavier and incredibly drunk. Luckily my head cushioned my fall.
Anyway, somewhere around beer number 15 I must have got some guilty feelings about the old fitness regime so decided in my beer fuelled wisdom that it would be a great idea to run home instead of getting a taxi. It was only 4 miles, it was only about minus 2 out, I was only wearing a short sleeved shirt. The end result was what I thought was a cold, it turns out that I’ve given myself a chest infection. I did try going to the gym on Sunday but it almost killed me, in the few days since I’ve done nothing. I did take a walk to the shop this morning but even that causes a wheezing fit that a 90 year old asthma sufferer would be proud off. With the lack of activity I have to be really careful what I eat now, I’ve resorted to cereal twice a day and a proper meal in the evening just to limit the damage during this bad spell. With any luck I won’t put on too much weight.
Being serious for a minute this really annoys me, 1 night out, my first since the beginning of December and everything falls to pieces. I am only 28. Obviously I’ve got the illness problem to come to terms with but it’s not only that. The truth is I feel shitty for days after being drunk, sometimes it can last a couple of weeks and it just doesn’t get any better. It wouldn’t matter if I drank every night or once every 5 years the alcohol seems to be a having a cumulative effect on me, wearing me down. This isn’t one of those morning after “I’m never going to drink again” things, it’s neither the morning after nor am I convinced for 1 minute that I could just give up beer like that. I’m just pissed because I don’t know what the answer is.
