While the War of the Wine of the Year raged in my blog this week, I was fighting my own battle with pneumonia in my right lung. I am not sure where I picked it up. It must have been somewhere on the West Coast last week. Blame it on the Madonna concert in Las Vegas, or a late party in West Hollywood. It could have been on the flights to get to Rome over the weekend. Or the party I went to in Tuscany the day I arrived home. But the result is a nasty infection.
I have been on two strong antibiotics this week: Amoxicillin and Levoxacin. They make you tired, but I still find time to write between taking rests in my room. There are no wine tastings. There are no winery visits. There are no conversations with winemakers, vintners or wine merchants. My only contact to the wine world is through this Mac that I am writing on.
I am essentially in solitary confinement in my house in the country in Tuscany. It’s gray and cold as I look out the window with nothing but the shades of late autumn and the occasion bird swooping by. My two white dogs, Archie and Annie, are curled up somewhere warm. I might join them very soon.
I was drinking a glass of wine every night with dinner to cheer myself up early in the week, but I stopped. My doctor in Florence said it wasn’t harmful and it didn't affect the efficiency of the medicines. But I can’t believe how much e-mail I have received from parents, girlfriends, and friends saying, " ... and don’t drink any wine."
Do you normally have a glass of wine when you are ill or on antibiotics?
The War of the Wine of the Year was amusing, but at the end of the day, there are a lot of other things more important. I am looking forward to drinking some great wines with friends over dinner when I get better. And you know what? It won’t even be in this year’s list of the Top 100, or any of the prior ones either.