Now, I should be better because I actually know I have issues. This weekend, for example. I got completely and totally obliterated. I'm talking, wound up in a cab with people I didn't know, had to look at street signs to remember where I was, think I mighta kissed a girlfriend but not sure, fell 7 times. And I'm not supposed to drink. Here are some of the reasons.
- Alcohol gets in my inner ear and makes my vertigo worse.
- Alcohol makes my heart arrythmias worse.
- Alcohol dehydrates me and makes me tendency to faint due to NCS worse.
- Alcohol causes weight gain.
- Alcohol causes depression.
- Alcohol contradicts my triathlon and marathon training.
- Alcohol is not supposed to be consumed with my prescription drugs. (Hello . . . . valium, booze, AND anti-depressants?? Is it any wonder I'm falling 7 times in one night and depressed half the time?)
Listen, I know I have issues. But, thank God, I probably think they're worse than they really are . . . because I know I have them. Please, if I ever start denying my problems . . . lock me up.