I think coke syrup really is that–the same stuff they use to make fountain cokes. Supposedly very sweet things help calm your stomach. Our pediatrician recently recommended flat 7-up when my daughter had an upset tummy.
Dr. Fi:
I have heard the yarn about butter, milk, etc. “coating” your stomach. I was just shaking my virtual head over the futility of applying it in the face of the type of alcoholic onslaught described in these posts.
I like drinking myself, but I never could understand the notion of “punishment” drinking. In my experience when drinking shots of anything sounds like a good idea, it means you’ve probably already had more than enough.
I was drinking with an old Dublin confrere of mine; untrustworthy friend and partner in many a dirty trick. We were in the type of vaguely respectable establishment where a well-scrubbed young lass in an oversized logoed t-shirt belted at the waist takes orders and delivers them. It was about this cold, clear, grey time of year some time ago, and a restorative drink was called for.
He was complaining of an incipient ulcer. Whatever he was suffering, it probably had more to do with his penchant for gallons of cheap red wine and his various other human frailties.
He arrived at the solution just as the young lady came with a smile and a tray. I had announced my intention to have a refreshing gin and tonic, as it was still early afternoon, or maybe morning.
“A large Bombay Sapphire and tonic,” he said languidly, withdrawing a cigarette from its silver case with his long, corpse-white fingers, “and a large Bombay Sapphire and flat tonic.”
She returned forthwith with the two glasses iced, limed and gin’ed, a split bottle of Schwepps tonic for me, and a glassfull of tonic, with a spoon, for him. The tonic had already been thoroughly stirred and was as flat as a pane of glass. He pronounced himself well satisfied and the ulcer gave him no more trouble that day.
Nothing in this post should be taken to constitute medical advice.
I drink lots of milk. No, really, lots. (Albeit all skim milk.)
I can easily polish off a quart of milk in a few minutes with no ill effects. I’m sure that, given an hour, I could handle a gallon with no problem. (I’ve probably already have done so washing down a batch of chocolate chip cookies.)
Maybe I’ve built up a resistance. Is that a sign of milk-addiction?
I love egg nog. Last thanksgiving, in class, I drank a half gallon in about an hour. A few hours later, I chugged 8 pina colada wine coolers. I threw up a foamy substance. It was neat.
