Chronic illness is a constant weigh-up between looking after your body, giving it the best chance at wellness, and still allowing yourself to live a life and have a bit of fun.
I’m leaving my job of 4 1/2 years this week to begin a PhD. Last night I went out with my wonderful team of colleagues as a ‘farewell’, and needless to say I had several glasses of wine too many. I drink fairly infrequently these days, so my tolerance for it is pretty low and I am fully regretting my choice this morning!
For most people it seems that, although a hangover might feel like death at the time, a day or two later it becomes a source of humour; a light-hearted “oh silly me” and then it’s all forgotten about, until the next time they want a drink and the cycle begins again. But when you have chronic illness, something as seemingly mundane as a couple of drinks too many can be the difference between being well, and having a major flare of sickness that, for me, can potentially last days or even weeks.
Luckily for me, it is rare that one single event triggers a serious flare. It tends to be more of a cumulative effect – if I’m stressed, and I’ve had a bad nights sleep, and I have a few drinks, then that is likely to lead to a flare. Lots of people with chronic illness are even more sensitive than me and an alcoholic drink or two can be enough to push them over the edge. Nonetheless, alcohol absolutely has an effect on my general health and wellbeing, and on my body’s ability to cope with the inevitable stresses, physical and emotional, of life in the 21st century.
Chronic illness is a constant weigh-up between looking after your body, giving it the best chance at wellness, and still allowing yourself to live a life and have a bit of fun. Getting that balance right is one of the things I find hardest. It is difficult to know at what point sensible becomes obsessive, but equally when does letting your hair down become stupid and irresponsible? I guess these daily decisions are not unique to those with chronic illness, they’re decisions we all have to make. But with chronic illness, the consequences of those decisions can be huge, and therefore the stakes of each decision feel much higher.
I try my best to look after myself in all the ways I think make a significant difference. Mainly – I don’t eat gluten or dairy, I aim for 8 hours of sleep a night, I get moderate and regular exercise, I take time out for yoga and meditation, I try to remain calm as much as possible and avoid getting into unnecessary arguments with anyone, and I avoid sugar (this, I confess, is the hardest of all and the one I slip up with most often). The words ‘aim’ and ‘try’ are key here. I do my best. But I am human, and these things are hard. So therefore when I have a night like last night where I very clearly overdo it, I feel like a bit of a twat. What is the point of trying so hard, day in day out, to make careful and difficult decisions for the sake of my health, and then ruin it all by getting drunk? And the really stupid thing is, I don’t even like alcohol that much. Don’t get me wrong, an occasional glass of wine goes down a treat, but the feeling of getting drunk really doesn’t do it for me anymore, and the hangover is just horrendous. How on earth did I ever do this so often in my youth?!
Last year I gave up alcohol entirely for nearly 12 months and honestly, I didn’t even miss it. But at Christmas I decided I wanted one small glass of wine, and over the course of a few months that gradually crept up to where I’m at now. To be fair, I really don’t drink a lot by most people’s standards, but nights like last night just can’t happen anymore.
So, I officially announce to the world that I am giving up alcohol once more. This is one of those few sensible/fun decisions that is actually quite easy – my health is frankly more important than getting pissed.