You'd think at my age I would have more sense than this, but I woke up this morning with the most ferocious hangover I've experienced in years. I won't enumerate my evening foolishness except to say that it began with dirty martinis before dinner and ended with a beer drinking game.
When I first woke up around 7:00 a.m., my head felt as though someone had dropped an anvil on it. My stomach was so touchy that my first thought was, "How on earth am I going to be able to ride 250 miles in a car today?"
I took two Tylenols and my daily dose of Nexium, praying that the medicine would stay in my stomach long enough to take effect. I started packing my duffel bag for the return trip, but it was more effort that I was up for, so I crawled back into bed and slept until 9:00. I'd probably have slept longer, but the person with whom I had been meaning to ride home called to say he was leaving but that someone else had agreed to take me home.
By then, my headache had subsided so I got dressed, packed up my laptop and luggage, and headed down to the lobby. Almost everyone I encountered said, "Hey, how are you doing this morning?" with an emphasis implying that a verbal answer was probably not necessary.
There way no way I was going to try to eat breakfast, but I sipped some ice water and ate a few dry cornflakes while I waited for my travel companions to finish their food.
The first 30 minutes or so of the ride back were pretty unpleasant. I got a McDonald's Coke to sip on, and the caffeine, sugar and carbonation settled my stomach amazingly well. In fact, I eventually perked up and managed to participate in conversations most of the way home.
I'd thought about meeting my husband for lunch when I got back, but I didn't have the will to shower, fix my hair and drive somewhere. Instead, I went to bed and slept all afternoon with cats snuggled with me on all sides.
Tomorrow: back to work. But first, I think I'd better jump in the shower and wash the beer out of my hair. Ugh, never again...