So this is how drunk people feel...
I think I've gained a new appreciation for the strength and fortitude of drunk people. Seriously. This morning I felt an interesting form of vertigo that I'd like to coin as 'The Weeble Wobble Effect'. Basically, Every time I tried to move my head, or move any part of my body in an attempt to get out of bed, this powerful magnetic force in my head drew me back to the pillow. It was pretty annoying.
How did I get into such a predicament ?
Well, while most people get 'fucked up' from consuming too much booze, I on the other hand consumed a deadly cocktail of medications. I had horrible allergies from Penny's cat that were morphing into 'cold-like symptoms'. The runny nose was liable to keep me awake for some time, so I figured the best solution was to find some Nyquil. Of course, there was no Nyquil. That would have been too convenient. Seeing as how I was low on cash (ie I have absolutely no money) I had to improvise.
While there was no Nyquil, there was something that said "Cough Suppressant" on it, and something that said "Children's Cold and Allergy" . Aha ! I drank a bunch of Zyrtec, a few spoonfuls of the cough suppressant, and half a bottle of the kiddie cold medicine. (Sadly, it wasn't Krusty Brand...) I thought that would be enough to lull me into a peaceful slumber...
But I was wrong!
I felt pretty crappy and drifted in and out of consciousness for about 3 hours, until about 5am. At that point I also had an insanely painful headache. I lurched downstairs, swaying from side to side and mumbling. (I likely could have been mistaken for a B Movie zombie...) I found a bottle of extra strength Advil, chewed a bunch of those, then drank some more cold medicine . ( I'm sure at this point Christian Scientists would burn me at the stake..heh...) After this foray into the medicine cabinet, I fell asleep.
Then I woke up, experienced an acute case of Weeble Wobble-itis, then tried to go downstairs + find some breakfast. Once I managed to actually walk a few steps, I was ok, or so I thought...I tried to pick up a spoon for cereal..and I dropped it. I grabbed at the spoon like 7 times, and my hand missed the spoon by several inches. I also spilled milk all over the counter. It was such a pain in the ass ! I think I'm alright now, at least...
But...
Drunk people, you have my respect.
How did I get into such a predicament ?
Well, while most people get 'fucked up' from consuming too much booze, I on the other hand consumed a deadly cocktail of medications. I had horrible allergies from Penny's cat that were morphing into 'cold-like symptoms'. The runny nose was liable to keep me awake for some time, so I figured the best solution was to find some Nyquil. Of course, there was no Nyquil. That would have been too convenient. Seeing as how I was low on cash (ie I have absolutely no money) I had to improvise.
While there was no Nyquil, there was something that said "Cough Suppressant" on it, and something that said "Children's Cold and Allergy" . Aha ! I drank a bunch of Zyrtec, a few spoonfuls of the cough suppressant, and half a bottle of the kiddie cold medicine. (Sadly, it wasn't Krusty Brand...) I thought that would be enough to lull me into a peaceful slumber...
But I was wrong!
I felt pretty crappy and drifted in and out of consciousness for about 3 hours, until about 5am. At that point I also had an insanely painful headache. I lurched downstairs, swaying from side to side and mumbling. (I likely could have been mistaken for a B Movie zombie...) I found a bottle of extra strength Advil, chewed a bunch of those, then drank some more cold medicine . ( I'm sure at this point Christian Scientists would burn me at the stake..heh...) After this foray into the medicine cabinet, I fell asleep.
Then I woke up, experienced an acute case of Weeble Wobble-itis, then tried to go downstairs + find some breakfast. Once I managed to actually walk a few steps, I was ok, or so I thought...I tried to pick up a spoon for cereal..and I dropped it. I grabbed at the spoon like 7 times, and my hand missed the spoon by several inches. I also spilled milk all over the counter. It was such a pain in the ass ! I think I'm alright now, at least...
But...
Drunk people, you have my respect.