Yesterday I was that person everyone on a plane hates. Yes, I flew with my microbe war going in full force. I’d forgotten how painful cabin pressure during descent can be when you’ve got a head full of swollen sinuses. Still, our travels went smoothly, and I survived.

The night before the war in my head kept me from sleeping. I was tossing and turning until almost 4am after which I did sleep somewhat soundly until 7am. So, while we were waiting in the airport I told Bob that I might just give in and dose myself with Nyquil in order to sleep Tuesday night. I also reminded him that Dad has a steam shower, which I planned to use to clear out some of the gunk.

Well, turns out I didn’t take any Nyquil. I did take a long steam, which helped tons. (I may go take another soon.)

My parents put together a fabulous paella dinner. One of my best friends in the world dropped by for dinner. Everyone but me was enjoying a glass of wine. I was drinking tea, and I was grumpy about it. So, I gave in and had a gin cocktail. (My stepmother suggested a shot of whisky, which is often used as a cold remedy, but I figured I’d go for something I really enjoy. If it made me sicker, well, I already felt like crap, so how much worse could it get?)

Well, it actually felt pretty fantastic to get all warm and fuzzy from a drink. I was pretty well hydrated from all the water and tea. Plus, I’d been taking advil pretty regularly, so odds were a hangover wasn’t going to come on.

I finished martini #1. 

“Can I make you another drink?” - Dad

 ”Hmmmm…I’m no sure if that’s a good idea.” - Robin

“Hey, its no worse than Nyquil.” - Bob

“…and its much more social. Make me one. And this time use the blue Gin.” - Robin

And with that I dove into a lovely blue martini (Magellan Gin, if you care), and it was a little blue wave to happiness.

Blessings = I had loads of fun with everyone. I could almost taste the subtle flavors in the gin and in the paella. And, best of all, I slept great. I woke up with no hangover and today I’m on the mend. I’m still a little tired, but I believe Captain Head Cold is making his retreat just in time for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving Battle of the Bulge.