alcohol is the best medicine

Yesterday, I concluded that the best medicine for ankle sprain pain is alcohol--preferably in abundant amounts. My initial venture into this theory was my experience at the Wizards game last week. My sprain, only two days old, was practically unnoticeable after our little pre-game drinking excursion at Fado's. Jesse informed me, as we were walking to the Verizon Center, that my limp was gone. I hadn't even noticed. I walked up and down stairs with relative ease. And then, the worst thing happened. I got sober. By the time we finally got home, my ankle had become so swollen that my ankle was now the size of a softball. Not only that, but the sides of my ankle had become far more purple than that morning.

On Thursday, I had the pleasure of getting drunk with my co-workers on company cash. On my way home, I barely noticed any pain and I certainly wasn't limping. It wasn't until I had come home and sobered up that the pain returned--although I think it was more painful to see that the rain had soaked the stuff I had near the open windows in the condo (damn torrential downpour).

On Friday, I went out for drinks again after work, followed that up with drinks in G-town and finished up with drinks in Adams Morgan. Let's just say I might have overdosed on pain relief. I was pain-free from 4 p.m. til about 2 a.m.

Thus far, alcohol has done more to relieve my pain than any amount of ibuprofen. So,boys and girls, the lesson is that I should just be drunk all the time while in pain. Or maybe I should just be drunk all the time.