Needless to say I didn't die, which, for the posts case is a bit of a disappointment. Forget rock n' roll deaths (which are so 1994) - blogger deaths are so in right now :-p
To cop my head on, I ate 2 Snickers bars and drank a big glass of water. The guilt was cancelled out by my theory that this sugery, fatty, advertised by Mr T concoction was gona cure me - and it did! I slept like a baby and haven't had any probs since. Should Snickers be a new prescription option for Docs?!
(PS that isn't tacky, it's just your imagination)