Giving up the sauce
And I needed the Coronas. I'm not a huge beer drinker. Beer doesn't go down as easily as a gin and tonic or a martini. Very rarely will I even crave the taste. But every now and then, it's exactly what I need.
Halfway through my first bottle, though, I stopped being able to breathe through my nose. In the middle of the second one, I began to sneeze (though that also could have been due to freezing my ass off by the exit). But, only two beers? Even though I took an allergy pill before bed, and drank as much water as I could stomach, all of Sunday, I had a massive pressure headache, and my sinuses were throbbing from being so blocked up. (I'm pretty sure I'm not allergic to alcohol--they just aggravate the allergies.)
But to the point that I think I have to give up drinking. I hate that. I never thought much about it until I decided to give it up. Abstaining is only a hardship when I make the specific decision not to drink. Suddenly I remember how much I like gin and tonics, and how sometimes the perfect way to greet the evening is with a Greyhound. Or how much better a romantic meal is with a bottle of wine.
I hate my sinuses. I want them to die. I want pharmaceutical companies to develop an allergy pill that will actually work. Why is that so much to ask for??