Side effects may include:
Loss of sensation in entire face and majority of limbs.
Presentation of arse biscuits to divine, be-cardiganed singer-songwriter (having never even heard of this man until yesterday, I now have a crush. I don't want to have a crush, it's tiresome and opens up new vistas of internet time wasting. But, oh, his lovely eyes...). Biscuits, yes. Just biscuits. But still.
Mysterious lost journey home. Vague memory of having to sit sideways on tram seat in hope of reducing nausea.
Going to bed fully clothed.
Waking up next morning delighted to be fully clothed as all thoughts of getting dressed seem impossibly ambitious.
Day of sinus pain so extreme I am fantasising about taking a sledgehammer to my own head. Only the thought of the inhuman levels of energy required to leave the house and find a sledgehammer is stopping me.
End of public service announcement.
I am adding this new piece of important information to my list of things that do not go with alcohol (see also: stomach bug/empty stomach/extreme sleep deprivation). I am learning slowly and late, but I am learning. By the time I am sixty five I will be the poster girl for responsible drinking.
Horrible. I would dearly like to be in bed now, but I am on my way to take both children to the doctors for tetanus injections. Lashes has not stopped weeping, bargaining and raging about this since I told him on Tuesday. I dread to imagine what it will be like. We both still bear the scars of his blood test for mumps, aged three, and the pitiful screams of "Don't let them take my blooooooooood" that have greeted any visit to a doctor since then. If it's entertainingly terrible, I might come back and tell you about it later. I have nothing else on except performing a rudimentary trepanning procedure on myself using a corkscrew to relieve the unbearable sinus pressure.