Now, don’t be sick! Hang on I’ll get you a bowl!


Some people have to spend hard earned cash buying and drinking alcohol to get to feel like I’ve been feeling for just over a week.

On Good Friday I was having dinner with close friends, who also happen to be my much loved relatives. Over the day I had two smallish glasses of very good Burgundy. This was the first alcohol that I had drunk since Christmas so I wasn’t that surprised when it appeared to have gone to my head. No ‘belay the last pipe’, I spent a part of my life in the Navy and I am completely aware of what it feels like to be under the influence and I felt utterly ‘rat arsed’ and even suspected a Mickey Finn except there were no suspects. Thank goodness Pollyanna was with me and I promptly nominated her as designated driver.

As I was chauffeured home, it was “How much have you had to drink?” The disbelief worsened as I said I felt sick and she prepared to stop the car. I spent the night hanging on to the bed as it spun around. In the morning I awoke at my usual silly o’clock to leave for a workout at the gym. I got out of bed and promptly fell over. I spent a while holding on to the floor before wakening my lazy wife for help. My doctor diagnosed something called Labrinthitis, which is an inner ear infection. See I told you I hadn’t drunk too much, I only had two small glasses – whoops excuse me I feel sick . . . . . a week later if I stand up without hanging on to something, the room begins to spin again.

I don’t like this feeling and I’ve remembered why I no longer drink, even after Lent. My doctor can’t give me a prognosis as to how long this is going to last. I ask you, “Two weeks, two months” with a shrug of his shoulders, and “There aren’t usually any side effects once it clears up”. How long did he study medicine for?  I looked up the pills he prescribed for me on Google; they are usually given for sea-sickness, doesn’t he know I spent years at sea? Thank goodness he’s only a locum standing in for my lovely lady doctor. Mind you I also checked out his diagnosis on Google so unless that is where he got his answers from I suppose he might be right

I do feel a bit better today because I can look at my laptop without feeling sick; mind you I am hanging on tight.  Talking of tight . . . . . . . .

About Jake

Long retired travel writer, author and freelance journalist. Educated at Wolverton Grammar and Greenwich Naval College. Happily married since 1958, with a married son and daughter, a married granddaughter and an adult grandson. Hobbies rock-climbing, dinghy racing and ocean racing. Still regularly working out in the gym.
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