A hangover with a cold.
After not having had a bad cold for years I've been struck down with a couple of stinkers in quick succession recently. After guzzling whatever beer I could get my hands on (guinness, abbot and red stripe) when seeing the mighty Hawkwind I felt so rough the next day that death would have been a merciful release. It was a relief when my nose started dripping as at least I knew I was proper ill and not just a total lightweight.
I recovered from that cold in time for the Christmas celebrations but was soon struck down with another one, which meant I ended up staying in on New Year's eve.
I'll still not feeling quite right but I'll be going for a stroll soon to stretch my legs, and if I happen to find myself walking past a hostelry I may pop in for a pint or two of therapy.