Last weekend was my fortieth anniversary of leaving school. A room was hired in a pub in the next village along from the school we went to. Food was ordered and a mixtape of music from 1979 was prepared.
I arrived early to help the organiser set up the room, and was pleased to discover that the pub was selling a pleasant tasting beer.
It was a good evening, many former classmates turned up, including some that I had not seen for years and a couple that I had no memory of.
Unfortunately, the beer was too good and the night went on until the early hours. I got a little carried away and drank too much (too much for a person without any health issues, let alone someone in my circumstances. I realised quite late on that I was actually drunk, the first time in about four or five years.
I went to bed wondering and worrying what effect it would have on me in the morning. I woke up fine, with no headache or noticeable ill effects. I checked my pulse and it seemed fine. I tried the Kardia and received a “normal” diagnosis.
This all compares favourably with the previous week when I had a mass of ectopics for no good reason.