Beer: A Panacea?

Hubby has been letting me know all day via Yahoo Messenger how miserably sick he is. He can't swallow. He's chilled. He feels weak. His body aches. I told him repeatedly to make himself some green tea or white tea and some chicken soup. He isn't hungry. Fine. I'll make some when I get home.
Well, now I'm home. I pulled into the driveway and found Hubby and Big Dog outside. I asked Hubby if he's feeling any better. "Not really," was his reply. I asked if he wanted some soup. He said he's still not hungry. OK. I just said to let me know if he wants anything. About 10 minutes after I came inside, he asked for...a beer!
"You'll feel better if you have some soup."
"Beer makes everything better."
So, there you go; beer is now a cure-all.
Shyea, right.