As my twitter friends are already (painfully) aware, I’ve been sick for the better part of two weeks. What began as a bout with either a bad cold or a mild flu became a full-on assault from a (very) nasty case of bronchitis. Fever, coughing, meds, antibiotics, and definitely no wine.
It was suggested to me by a few folks via twitter that I should write about the experience of my forced abstinence. Initially I was hesitant, because no one wants to read about somebody hacking up brown goo, getting no sleep, and taking various meds – well, maybe only medical students, and they’re sure to find more interesting (read: more virulent, nasty and violent) cases than mine.
I promise no references to sticky brown lung goo. Or does that last sentence count?
Anyway… truth be told, I needed the break from booze, because I’ve been doing too much wine drinking and not enough wine tasting, and that was seriously messing with my cholesterol numbers. But little did I know that my 12 days of forced abstinence would involve codeine, glam-metal icons KISS, and actual gratitude towards my illness.
I am serious about the gratitude. And about KISS. And the Humpty Dance. This will all make sense in a minute or two… or maybe not, I dunno, I was pretty hopped up on some codeine meds.
So, here it is, because you asked for it – my pseudo-diary from “The 12 Days of Abstinence!”…