Last night I was so sick that I couldn’t sleep. It was 1 am and I was lying there coughing and hacking and trying to not wake the baby up. Finally I was so exhausted and frustrated that I did something I have not done in literally a year: I drank a glass of wine. We keep a bottle around but, seriously, I am close to a complete teetotaler.
So I poured a glass of pinot, and, being a complete lightweight, one glass made me get all ridiculous. Five minutes later I sat on the floor and told Clue how much I loved her and how great she was; came upstairs, woke Doug up to tell him how much I loved him and how great he is, laid spread-eagled and laughed to myself for a while and that’s all I remember.
Therefore, I announce red wine as the miracle cure for the Bad Germ. Look for further clinical studies after tonight, because wow am I repeating the experiment.