It’s day three, but I’m writing about day 2 of my blog a day for IBD awareness week, and I’m a year older.
All I can say is that I can’t handle a free bar – that’s not really to do with my IBD, more that I am simply not good with wine.
I’ve known that I’m a lightweight for years, but not drinking and journalism don’t go hand in hand, oh and I do love a good glass of cold white wine.
I want to put one thing on the record: just because I have Ulcerative Colitis it doesn’t mean I can’t have a good time.
I’m allowed to drink, eat the occasional bag of chips and let my hair down – I just have to be a little bit more careful than the average joe as I can get into sticky situations a lot more quickly.
To be honest with you that’s not really down to my illness, it’s more that I’m tiny weeny and often forget I can’t drink a lot of wine despite my best efforts.
It was one of my editors that once told me: “Rach you eat like a tiny little bird – you should drink like one too”.
I ignored those words of wisdom – sometimes they come back to me and echo in my brain in a Yoda like way when I’m getting in my third large glass.
At times when I am ill I often cut out drinking all together. I can and have stopped drinking for months on end. Stopping the booze does help a fair amount, and it is nice to go weeks without waking up once with a head like cotton wool.
But we live and we learn.
Winnie is not a fan of cheap wine, she goes green and sickly looking, and often has a right paddy. To be honest the only time she ever chooses to leak is when I’m hungover and it is literally the last thing I want to deal with.
Anyway, today I’m 28, and I have woken up feeling it.