Last week was a strangely packed week, and I may have drank alcohol five out of seven days. Sorry, liver. In my defense, I didn’t drink enough for a hangover on any of those occasions, so I’m calling that a small win. However, I told myself I wouldn’t drink beer specifically until my trip to Florida, and I did. Twice. (Or three times, if you count ginger beer?) I started feeling like I was getting a cold on Tuesday, and that was definitely true by the following day. But I had things to do and people to see, and no cough was going to stop me! It wasn’t even that I felt that sick, I just sounded like it. So, I went along with my plans and made a few others, and now I’m in bed with a sinus headache and a trashcan full of Kleenex. Oops!
I wasn’t sick this day, but I’m including it, since it was part of the week o’ drinking. I forewent wine with dinner, but then had two glasses with my sister: first at Hot Cakes (where we got molten chocolate desserts) and then at Bastille. Serious wine for serious talks.
As mentioned in my last post, I went to a meetup of the book club I joined last summer after work on this day. I was the only loser not drinking beer, and had just one glass of wine, despite the 5 for $10 Sessions special. Luckily, that wine was enough to get me to loosen up with these people I’d only met once or twice (or never, for a few).
Since I felt like I was getting sick, I went straight to bed after work and finished House of Cards on my iPad. No alcohol that day, and lights out before 8:30pm. (P.S. House of Cards is worth a shot, if you are looking for something to watch.)
Again, as I mentioned before, I decided to bring it back the monthly ladies-only happy hour after work. I think 12 people made it, including myself, and it was good to socialize in a different setting. And that time I wasn’t weird for only drinking wine! I had two glasses, but could barely talk by the time I got home because my throat hurt so much. Apparently wine doesn’t have the same soothing effect as whiskey.
I was supposed to go on a date, but I canceled to try to get well… I was pretty disappointed about that, and need to get it rescheduled.
At this point, I really thought I was getting better. I still had a cough, but by the end of the day, it didn’t really seem that bad! I had a beer at lunch (due to peer pressure), and then I made plans to meet my friend John after work. We talked a lot about our jobs over Guinness (him) and a Moscow mule (me). We were going to meet up with some other people afterwards, but ended up going somewhere in Ballard for karaoke instead. I knew I couldn’t sing because of my voice, but I’m always up for watching people butcher random Disney songs. (Why do people always sing Disney?) I had one Rainier there and, again, at the end of the night, my throat was toast. But at least it was the weekend!
I stayed in bed until the last possible second. I had until 6pm to pick up my race packet/sweatshirt for the 5k I signed up for, and I got there at 5:52pm. Since I was already out and about, I decided to get a hot toddy nearby, to see if that would help my throat. It may have done the trick, because it has felt pretty good since then! However…
…while my throat/cough were a ton better, my sinuses were screaming. Aside from getting a coffee at Starbucks, I didn’t leave the house all day. I played Candy Crush, watched old episodes of How I Met Your Mother, had a phone date with Mariana, and tried not to suffocate. I can’t believe I entertained the idea of doing the 5k that day, and I’m so glad I didn’t. If I was already worse, I can’t imagine how I’d have felt after running for the first time in months in 30-something degree weather!
I supposed I need a moral to this story, and sadly it might be that drinking when sick, even if you feel mostly okay, is a bad idea. Still, I’m glad I was able to have conversations with people, and it probably saved me from a few mopey evenings at home. I might not actually retain this lesson, but maybe someone else will learn from my bad example.