Well job done, first dose administered. If I never took another tablet of Antabuse again, I still wouldn't be able to have a beer until a week tomorrow without being very ill.
The doctor very kindly explained to me that I now have to forego vinegar as well. Vinegar? It's in bloody everything. Try going out for a meal and saying 'I hope you didn't use any vinegar in cooking this or it's coming straight back up'. I'd adjusted to the thought of no more wine, beer, vodka or whiskey but now I'm going to have to forego balsamic, malt and so forth. Still I'll live, I suppose. He also kept making a big deal about aftershave despite my assurances that I hadn't worn it since I was about 20. Drank it yes, but not worn it.
On leaving the doctor's my first thought was, I could murder a pint. They thoughtfully provide a very, large pub at the end of the very, short road. So I popped in for a coffee.
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