opalette says "I am sorely tempted to give up the painkillers and go on the booze, but since I'm also taking anti-inflammatories, which make my stomach very sore, it's probably not a good idea."
I can vouch for that. About 6 years ago I was due to leave a ship and had felt this uncomfortable twinge in my upper thigh which got progressively worse over a couple of days.
I was due back in the UK and had to do a comedy gig about three days after my return. Due to bad weather the vessel was delayed getting back to port and by then I could hardly stand unaided because of the pain.
I had no intention of going to a hospital in Angola so I convinced the captain to let me have a few of the best pain killers we had on board.
I somehow managed to get through a three hour flight to Joburg and a 11 hour flight up to London where I had to be assisted from the plane. I just about managed to get home and the next day went to see my osteopath who manipulated me about to try and free the trapped sciatic nerve.
She achieved this but said I would need to see my doctor for some proper pain killers and some anti spasmodics. I said that I was normally pretty good with pain and I would prefer to tough it out but she said that even though she had freed the nerve, depending on damage the pain may last for weeks or even months.
The comedy gig was that evening so I enlisted a bit of help to get the room set up and PA in place and rather than go to the doctors (which I avoid if possible) knocked back the last two extra strong pain killers from the ship.
I had a couple of beers (can you spot the mistake here) and later clambered up onto the stage. Everything was going well as I opened the show, people were laughing, I was laughing, and then I had one of those "what the hell are all these people doing in my front room looking at me for and laughing" and totally forgot what I was going to say or why I was there and know I just had to lie down or fall down. I nearly fell into the front row. Luckily I had been speaking to the owner of the venue earlier and explained why I was limping and he sussed what was wrong and had seen me come to a confused halt and was at hand to help me off stage. The crowd thought it was all part of the act and insisted I stopped mucking about and came back on and introduced the next act but I was already asleep by then back stage.
Stromg pain killers and booze are not a recommended mixture unless you like enjoy feeling like a zombie.
