Drunk on Life! (and rotten tea)
... then you just peel back the Mother and... ambrosia!
Things have been kicking into high gear at work lately. Not only am I dealing with the usual end-of-the-last-month report-crunching fun n' frolics*, but we're also midway through a rather nerve-wracking merging of two databases that will eventually synchronize once we get through this gargantuan process.
Mostly my job during the merge/purge/synch is to act as bullhorn to the masses. "HEADS UP, THIS IS WHAT IS HAPPENING... DON'T TOUCH THAT... OK... CARRY ON." Mostly this system works, except for when it doesn't. It doesn't work when my psychic link to the IT department fails to pick up on the fact that I should be divining some of my instructions from the incomprehensible hash of programmer-speak flying between those guys via emails to which I am cc'd.
Yesterday, in an attempt to wrap up the reporting on which I've been crunching since Friday, I absentmindedly threw back the majority of a bottle of ginger-infused kombucha. I'm not a huge fan of the stuff, but it does work for me. I had been dealing with a slightly-wobblier-than-normal stomach this week** and figured it would at least hydrate me, if not knock out the remaining wooziness.
Only... it got hotter and hotter during the afternoon.
And my face felt warm to the touch.
And my breathing was a bit belabored.
And darned if my eyes didn't get a bit glassy.
And maybe I was not using my Inside Voice.
Then a co-worker walked by and remarked that I looked maybe two sheets to the wind and it hit me.
Asian Flush. I was getting drunk off my kombucha! So... make that one more thing I should not be consuming at work (along with stinky foods and things that get stuck between my teeth).
*Ah, "Fun n' Frolic". That's what we used to call our springtime field day in elementary school. I loved Fun n' Frolic. Especially the obstacle course. Back when exercise was just recess.
**Every month, I discover new and horrible ways that my body's systems and mind are all interconnected. Well, this week it's horrible. Next week I'll go back to being all amazed at the holistic glory of the universe.
Kitten update: our kitten is whatever the opposite of the runt of the litter is. She is the most rambunctious, playful, and gluttonous member of her litter. The runt is only about a third her size. It looks like the family will be ready to release her to our care sooner rather than later.
Frippery update: I did end up going with the Sputnik (Umbellet) Earrings, btw. They should be here any day!