I haven’t been this hung over in years. The older I get, the worse it becomes. Today I had an intimate encounter with the toilet. My plan to ‘eat healthy’ before bed seemed not to matter, as I managed to paint my bathroom with quinoa.
The world spins as you try to go about your day-to-day. Move your head a bit to the left or right, and you are met with a slight delay and blurred vision. Clouds linger in your brain, your stomach churns, your eyes dilate and glaze over. Spider veins cover the little remaining white you have in your eye.
Call in sick for work, check. Gatorade, check. Pizza, check. Responsibilities thrown out the window because acting like a child is easier, check.
I bring my blankets up to my face, covering my head. “Common Ibuprofen start working!” I can feel the migraine coming. After all these years I seem to forget, that for 3 hours of fun I get 1 to 3 days of pain. You can’t erase todays problems, or tomorrows fears.
I took a cold shower and downed supplements, but it didn’t help. What a waste of a day. The only plus side? I have an excuse for sitting on the couch all day watching Netflix.
Maybe next time I’ll make better decisions.
From the author: Complete fiction. Today I went to a book drive and stocked up!