It doesn't add up

When it comes to health, I've had a miserable couple of months. Following my accident, my shoulder and ribs hurt for a long time. During that period, I injured my left wrist taking a laptop bag off my back. I went bowling for a company day out and injured the middle finger of my right hand. (This was because the only ball my fingers would fit into was the fat bastard one. My hands are that big that even a carnie would be embarrassed about them). I got a cold about 3 weeks ago and it stuck around so long it got squatter's rights. During the cold, I developed a stomach bug and pissed through my arse for a week. I've been grumpier than usual because of all this.

Last night we had our company Xmas party. I really shouldn't have gone because I felt rotten, but as I haven't had much fun recently, I thought I would go and drink through my illness and lick my wounds later. I started drinking at 5:20pm. It was a free bar so I drank like someone was going to take it away from me. This continued until 11pm. I was very drunk, I forgot my illness. I got the 11:35pm train home. It got to Farnborough at 20 after midnight. I waited in the taxi queue/freezing air until 1:15am when I finally reached the front of the queue and got a taxi home. When I got home at 1:30am I was told that I had to sleep on the couch because I had Stella breath. I watched some of the darts highlights before nodding off at around 2am. At 6am, I got woken up by my organic alarm clock (my son) and with only 4 hours of (troubled) sleep, went about my normal work day routine. I should feel like death and was half expecting to be in an ambulance this morning, but I actually feel healthier than I have for over a month. Now how the hell did that happen?