Gin is a Tonic
On Monday morning I didn’t worry too much when I couldn’t find the new pot of Clarins face cream. I knew I’d bought it, you don’t forget spending over £60 on something that you hope will do what it says and replenish age weakened skin! I used an alternative and could almost hear my skin crying out for the real thing but as I was already late for work I had no time to spend looking for it.
I didn’t worry too much on Tuesday morning when I realised I still hadn’t been to the garage for a new tyre and wondered how much longer the spare would last. By Tuesday afternoon though, when I sent out 150 invitations with the wrong details of the guest speaker, I did start to feel a niggle of concern. I replied to his indignant e-mail with a grovelling apology, resisting the temptation to suggest that he might prefer to be associated with Suffolk rather than Essex, thinking that might just rub salt into the wound.
When a colleague asked, on Wednesday morning, why I had only fake tanned one leg, the niggle turned to a full scale panic and I spent the morning researching Alzheimers. This was becoming a worry, I’ve always had a tendency to forget things but the speed at which my forgetfulness was accelerating was not funny. Who would look after me as I descended into dementia; would I be found wandering the streets in pyjamas and slippers? I’d have to buy some pyjamas and slippers just in case! I might forget how to drive to work and if I couldn’t remember how to drive 5 miles, how would I ever find my way down the A12 again…?
Thursday was no better. I still had not remembered to buy a new tyre and when on Thursday evening a girlfriend rang to say had I forgotten we were meeting as she was sitting in the pub waiting for me, I decided life as I knew it was over.
I was relieved to remember my way to work on Friday and managed to have a reasonably successful day until the moment I closed my office door and realised I had left all my keys inside. Disaster! The only other person with a key was my boss and he was long gone. My salvation was the engineer repairing the burglar alarm; with the aid of a hammer and knife he managed to open the window and hand over my keys. As I thanked him, he said I should go home and have a drink to calm down.
And in a blinding flash it came to me! My brain cells weren’t failing, I wasn’t in the first stage of Alzheimer’s! It was all so simple. For the past week, in an attempt to lose the excess winter weight, I had swapped gin for mineral water. My system was obviously objecting to the withdrawal of it’s staple. The relief was so immense I rushed home to rectify the situation.
I feel so much better this morning, my brain is almost firing on all cylinders once again. I’m not out of the woods yet though. I still haven’t found the face cream and I just had a phone call to say I’ve missed a hair appointment. But a few more days and normal service will be resumed thank goodness. I’ll just stop eating if I need to lose any more weight but give up gin again? Never!
By Trish
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