Why alcohol is bad for me, again
So from this day forward (and until I give in and have a drink) I am going teetotal. Alcohol is just not worth it, for serious. I had a fab time Saturday night, that is until I went past my drinking limits and was violently sick in the girls loos while at Postmortem (aka the Phoenix). Thankfully for me I have fab friends. Carmel even got in the cab with me, paid for it, saw me into my house (where my mum had woken up and took care of me, oh the shame), and then got herself back home too. ILY Carmel <3
So yesterday was a nightmare of the biggest proportions. I must have been sick abut 20 times. It was singlely the worst day of my year thus far. I kept drinking water but not much of it stayed put. I never want to put myself through that ever again, hence the teetotalling (I expect it to last 2 months, tops >.<).
I woke up this morning with a headache and feeling incredibly weak and woozy. Took me until 12:30pm to muster up the strength to get out of bed and go upstairs and make a cuppa tea, which I drank extremely cautiously. Then by the time Neighbours came on at 1:45pm, I forced myself to have another cuppa and a slice of lightly buttered toast. Then showered and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around. Since then I've managed another cuppa and two slices of marmite on toast, and I feel better for it. So hopefully tomorrow I'll be back to my fighting fit self.
But yes, no more alcohol for me for at least 2 months. I just cannot even look at or indeed even think about the nasty stuff right now. Urgh! S'bad for you :/
So yesterday was a nightmare of the biggest proportions. I must have been sick abut 20 times. It was singlely the worst day of my year thus far. I kept drinking water but not much of it stayed put. I never want to put myself through that ever again, hence the teetotalling (I expect it to last 2 months, tops >.<).
I woke up this morning with a headache and feeling incredibly weak and woozy. Took me until 12:30pm to muster up the strength to get out of bed and go upstairs and make a cuppa tea, which I drank extremely cautiously. Then by the time Neighbours came on at 1:45pm, I forced myself to have another cuppa and a slice of lightly buttered toast. Then showered and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around. Since then I've managed another cuppa and two slices of marmite on toast, and I feel better for it. So hopefully tomorrow I'll be back to my fighting fit self.
But yes, no more alcohol for me for at least 2 months. I just cannot even look at or indeed even think about the nasty stuff right now. Urgh! S'bad for you :/