I finally drank alcohol yesterday after a very long time (by my standards because I used to drink at least once a week) of not drinking. It has probably been months if not a year or two. It’s just a glass of champagne and almost a pint of lager beer, which is not a lot by a drinker’s standard but it’s a lot for someone like me who has been abstaining from alcohol to heal my health and skin allergies.
What came as a total surprise was I didn’t get any allergies at all from the alcohol and in fact it even helped the weeping from my chronic wound stop. Alcohol has antiseptic properties and it’s drying, so perhaps that’s why it dried the weeping in the wound. However, with it being dry, my skin is more dry than usual now but it’s saturated all over.
It’s also good that I drank the alcohol because I had sashimi and medium raw fish. Alcohol is good for preventing worms from growing in my body. I wouldn’t want any worms in my stomach. I deliberately ordered the lager instead of Guinness which is what people usually have during St. Patrick’s Day because I had lamb which is heaty. Beer cools down the body and I don’t want to overheat, so I want to balance the heatiness and cooling of my body.
I actually like Guinness, nothing against it. My first sip of Guinness was when I was 9 years old and my Dad let me try a sip. Then I tried a sip of lager and I actually preferred the Guinness. The black more than white. However, as I grew older, tastebuds changed and I prefer lager. It’s more refreshing and somehow Guinness started to taste a bit like cough medicine to me. It’s like the case of changing the preference of your food choice and what you used to not like, like those pungent food (e.g. parsley, spring onion), you now like the taste of it. I used to not like the taste of olive, spring onion, garlic and parsley to name a few but now I find that it opens up a whole new palate of flavours when consumed.
I have always been a picky eater since young. I will pick out all the spring onion that usually is found in Chinese noodle soups and throw them away or avoid drinking the parts of the soup with them. Now I even eat raw spring onion in soya sauce which I dip my meat in. When it’s raw, the pungent level is even stronger. I somehow grew to love food and have cravings. I can eat a lot since young but I don’t crave food. I just eat when hungry. Now it’s like I want to eat non-stop but I also learnt to enjoy the taste of food. It used to be eat to live, now it’s live to eat.
I was actually at the Penang Irish Association’s St. Patrick’s Day Festival 2019 Ball. A guest, who’s a man, came and sat beside me then saw me drinking. He commented “You can drink” after he saw me finishing off my champagne. Of course I can. I have gotten drunk growing up and learning how to drink to finally being able to hold my drink and watch other people get drunk instead. After that I can even resist drinking just to heal my health and saying no to the many offers of alcohol and even if it’s poured out and placed in front of me, I don’t touch it if I don’t want to drink. I will only drink if I want to and if I think it won’t cause me harm.
It’s all about moderation and knowing when to stop, an important lesson I learnt growing up. I used to get hives when I first started drinking, so I chose not to drink so much. Then growing up during my 20s, I drank for the fun of it, usually at clubs, sometimes the pubs and also at friends gatherings. It’s like becoming stupid and drinking without knowing when to stop. The many times my friends have to take care of me and carry me home. Sometimes I feel like I was wiser when in my teenage years, then became stupid and learning to become smart and wise again.
Reflecting back, I just realised that I only get drunk during social and non-formal gatherings with acquaintances and friends. I have never gotten drunk during formal events or even non-formal events where I am there for studies (like for my post graduate certification), work or business, even if there is free flow of alcohol with no limit to the amount of alcohol you want to drink or the types. I actually do have discipline growing up and there’s a serious side to me. I always thought I didn’t have enough discipline when I was growing up but now that I think about it especially in this case of drinking where I have gotten drink, drank, drunk in many situation, I’m actually impressed with myself for not getting drunk when I know I should be well behaved. I have seen men in tuxedos or women in their pretty evening gowns at formal events getting rowdy and speaking a bit too loud when they get drunk, far much different from their initial composure and it’s not a pretty sight at all.
Talking about alcohol, I was just walking at the supermarket and went to the alcohol section. I was telling myself that back then, this would be my favourite section and can’t help but to feel a tinge if sadness because I can’t drink now. I’m happy I get to change this yesterday and I’m able to consume alcohol now. It’s somehow by luck that I got the ticket to the ball and I get to attend the event.
Whenever I travel overseas which was quite often during my 20s, I will always buy a bottle of alcohol at the duty free shop. I liked to keep a stash of alcohol and grow the collection. When I travelled to Scotland on my solo trip, I ensured that I went to the distillery and purchased a bottle of whisky. What better place to get a bottle of original Scottish Highlands whisky than in Scotland itself. Of course the place where it originated from. I went to a shop that sold only their original brand of Scottish Highlands whiskies and this gentleman there who was an expert in whiskies advised me on the types of whiskies. I didn’t know much about the nodes and flavours; smoky, peated and whatnots, but I got one that I liked and took into consideration the year of make as well. This whisky will go into the collection to grow old and age to depreciate in value. Perhaps one day I will learn to recognise the flavours of whiskies but for now, whisky is not my favourite type of alcohol. I had to lug the heavy bottle around while I explore a bit more of Glasgow city centre but it was worth it as it’s originally from Scotland.
Updated in March 2020 : Found some old pictures taken during my trip to Scotland in 2005.
Exploring Glasgow city centre on my own and doing the touristy thing with my Handycam bag strapped across my shoulder and wearing London Underground sandals. It was a cooling 26 degrees Celsius during summer and it was considered warm after a whole winter of -10 degrees, so short skirts are not a problem. Those shopping bags are the Scottish whisky I was talking about in this article, 2 big bottles of them. Some nice Scottish gentleman who so happened to be outside this shopping mall, took this picture for me. Handed him my film camera as I was carrying both the Sony video camera plus the film camera. He took the shot before I looked at the camera, while I was looking at passersby to move first. 😄
Bus trip up the Scottish Highlands. Did this trip with my junior from high school who graduated from Glasgow that year as a pharmacist and also her mother who went to visit Glasgow. One of the places visited was Loch Ness. Didn’t see Nessie though. 😆
With this, I am now able to drink alcohol once again but I doubt I’ll go back to drinking at least once a week. I’ll probably just have it once in a blue moon as I don’t crave for it at all. I don’t feel like drinking but I also don’t need to abstain from it. I’m actually pretty tired of ordering mocktails and I would say many places make pretty bad mocktails where it doesn’t taste like the cocktails version, where it’s nothing more than just sugary fruit juices. I’m healing, I’m happy. I have purged my body of many toxins.