"It's bad for you ...
I told you so many times: no sex, no drink, no drugs, no rock and roll" [/Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine]
I have come to the sad realisation that alcohol is one of the triggers for my IBS, or whatever the hell it is. I should probably go to the doctor and get a diagnosis, for sure, but unless I'm having an attack I don't feel it's urgent so it sinks to bottom of my to-do list.
And if I'm having an attack, I can't make it to the GP. I can't move without thinking I'm going to die. (Hey, bit of melodrama does no-one any harm!) Anyway, I have concluded that if I drink enough to get a hang-over the next day, the following night/early morning I have an attack.
So, it's goodbye to more than two glasses of wine. Hello soft drinks.
And I must not drink sherry at my Mum's house! Moving slightly further away will make that easier, as I'll have to drive home - so yay for pressure-remover. I don't even like sherry!
It's probably a good thing all round. I've never been that keen on the drunken me anyway. She can be a right cow and she goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. (Not to mention how she goes on).
And now I need to look out my Carter tape and play it.
2 comments:
I have to give up solid food I think because of my wonky jaw. I'm in chronic pain with it, over the last couple of days. I know it will right itself before I get a chance to get the maxillofacial specialist to see it in June though and it will seem not-at-all-urgant then. Harrumph! So I share your pain about urgent/non-urgent doctors and all that. Abster xx
Hope they fix you up in June, sounds 'orrible.
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