My tale of woe

Here's a sorry story if ever I heard one.

Alcohol currently has a disasterous effect on me. Let me explain.

I've been sick with the flu for over two weeks now, and in amongst all that coughing and spluttering I seem to have pulled a muscle somewhere on my left side. This never quite gets a chance to heal, since I'm still coughing and spluttering at regular intervals. I'm usually OK in the mornings, having been lying still and not coughing for the last several hours, but by the late afternoon I'm in a fair bit of pain. By the time I get home, I'm almost doubled over, and head straight for bed.

So here's where alcohol fits in. Somehow, it seems to make me cough more.

Last night I had a few (lovely) glasses of wine with Blayney Boy, while discussing life, the universe and everything (well, ok, actually a proper subset thereof). I was there for about an hour, I suppose. I limped out to the car, and actually had to crawl up the stairs when I got home because I couldn't stand upright.

I was reluctant to believe it was the alcohol, the solution being one I didn't like to consider, but thinking back, it seems to be consistent. This afternoon, I've had a beer with the lads at work, and low and behold, I'm now very sore.

Alcohol does make me cough more. It will be interesting to see what singing does - I can't put off rehearsing any longer, our major recording is on Monday night. I'd better be feeling better by then, otherwise.... well I don't know what, but it will be bad.

I guess I'm off the booze for a little while :-(