I popped a cocktail of naproxen and acetaminaphen, which is generally what I take in place of ibuprofen, because it doesn't eat holes in my stomach lining... didn't really touch it.
A hot shower did no good. In fact, I think it actually made things worse...
That's when I turned to the healing power of alcohol! A couple straight shots of Bacardi Select dark rum to rapidly get the medicine moving... followed up with a bit of caramel Baileys, to keep it that way.
Fast relief! Not perfect, mind you, but I was actually restored to something approaching a fixed and upright position.
Still needed something for dinner, though, to kind of soften the blow. Standing around cooking seemed like a bad idea, but I came up with a more amusing plan...
"Grape Nuts and Baileys it is!"
It was tasty. I haven't had so much fun eating breakfast cereal since I was a kid!
And after that, I decided to maintain a warm glow computerside, with a couple hot buttered rums... warm, spiced with cinnamon and cloves... reminds me of languidly, hungrily kissing salt-tinged black leather-clad clove-smokers in dark, sexy San Francisco nightclubs... But I digress.
Kicked back around 1 am, fell asleep watching Futurama, woke up around 8ish... feeling pretty good! Nothing that a hot tub and a cup of tea couldn't fix...
... apparently, a bit of calculated irresponsibility is good for your health!
