How bad is it when you have an ice-pick splitting headache and you’re out of ibuprofen and the only place you could buy it is a pharmacy (stupid rules) and it’s a Sunday (stupid stupid rules) so only emergency pharmacies are open and the nearest one is probably 15 miles away and probably anyway closed by this late in the day, so you resort to gin, undiluted, instead and wish to holy hell there had also been a bottle of tonic in the house or at least some ice cubes in the freezer?  It’s not really working, though.  Thank god it’s not, like, you know, a leg that needs to be sawed off but I guess they used to use entire bottles of whisky for that, not a tiny porcelain teacup of gin.