I am never drinking again.
And the irony is that I have not drank in months yet I feel hung over ALL
THE TIME. You know that feeling
when you have spent a day recovering after a fun night on the town? It has been
riddled with the hangover hungries so you eat some greasy pizza or simply too
much Smartfood. As the salt and sugars and carbs hit your blood stream you feel
better… for about 10 seconds…and then you feel gross all over again. And
nauseas. And exhausted. And maybe, just maybe you will barf but the jury is
still out on that one.
As the day goes on you are met by insatiable hunger followed by
your 10 seconds of reprieve followed with being right back where you started.
Finally, it is bedtime.
Or at least a relatively decent time to sneak away. As you crawl
into bed, snuggle into pillows with your Archie comic to see you off to dream
land, you know that even though you feel terrible now, thank GOD, when you wake
up tomorrow, you’re gonna feel a whole hell of a lot better! Ah, sweet bliss!
The silver lining! The saving grace!
That is how the normal hangover plays out. I, on the other hand
wake up still damn hungover!#@% What the hell?#@! No sweet bliss? No reprieve?
And to think that I did not even get to have the fun of drinking, just the
punishment of it!
I do, though as a result get some royal treatment. My usual chai
latte, delivered to me in bed by my wonderful other half has morphed into herbal
tea, plastic cheese and crackers. I usually can’t handle the tea but the gesture
is nice. Plastic cheese and crackers seems to have a deep seeded comfort food
for me from somewhere in my childhood. More recently, I have graduated to toast
and honey. What an upgrade!
After I get some food into me, sometimes I make it out of bed but
often I roll over and fall back asleep until Graham wakes me saying we have 25
minutes to get out the door. Up and at ‘em! The mornings seem to be okay as I ease
into the day. 11:00 makes me hit a hunger wall and a full blown hangover.
Luckily, I seem to have a stomach of steel and don’t throw up too often. Dry
heaving and gagging is another story. That happens ALL THE TIME. Sometimes it is
when I smell something, sometimes when I see something and sometimes even when I
just think of something.
Graham and I will be chatting and all of a sudden I get that
feeling and say, “We can’t talk about this, it’s gonna make me barf.” And
usually it is too late, I am already gagging, my eyes watering, a little unsure
if I should make a run for it. Graham tries not to smile, but I see in his eyes
J I can’t blame him, it is pretty funny. Well, it would be, if I
didn’t feel so terrible! One day when we were taking the dogs for a walk (we
were dog sitting) both seemed to always do their business at the same time. Easy
for clean-up but a full bag! We do have a doggie compost pile but this day, I
was not feeling so hot and the thought of carrying the biodegradable bag around
the park with us was starting the gags. G asked me if it were to okay to toss it
into the forest. Under the circumstances, I readily agreed. He threw the bag
into the woods and with the most remarkable THWAK the full bag hit a random fork
in a branch, high in the treetop and then stuck there. G and I looked at it,
looked at each other and burst out laughing. Um, what do we do now? As we
started to walk away still laughing, it hit me with full force and I keeled over
gagging on the side of the trail. So quickly the laughter turned to the barfs!
Yikes! We kept on moving when I could manage it.
It hits me in the most random of times. Enroute to the East City
Diner with my Dad, on a run with Moxie on Saturday, hoping that no one I know
walks by as I barf in the bushes, in the grocery store, walking by the
refrigerator and even seeing food on TV. Will this ever end? It does not feel
like it!
People talk about that glow of pregnancy…I have yet to know that.
I am, though, well acquainted with the sweet sheen of a sweat, the forced
smile and the quick exit J
They say I will turn a corner soon and boy, I sure do hope so! If
not, please excuse me! I am not at my best.