So, having the bejeezus scared out of me as regards the potential catastrophe that would have resulted from me drinking alcohol whilst on my antibiotics, I was keen to observe the suggested 72 hours between last pill and first drink. However, Mr Biddulph was in town, so I ended up at around hour 60 thinking 'Oh… it can't hurt, can it?'.
I don't think I've ever been quite so nervous taking a sip of wine as I was last night. Every few sips, I'd pause and wonder if my stomach would start to cramp up and how far the vomit would go if I suddenly exploded.
Suffice to say that I suffered no ill effects, and had a lovely evening talking to lots of nice, interesting people. I am now officially back to normal.
Right, where's the vodka?
No ill effects
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