So I went out last night with one of my best friends for a casual night on the town. It's been a while since I drank and therefore my recovery this morning was a slow one. The older I get and the less I drink the more "affected" I become when I drink... I get drunk fast and my hangovers are strong.
I don't really mind this.
I woke up just about every hour to pee and drink and glass of water. My head was pounding all morning. I was grateful that my room was freezing... thank you a.c. When I finally decided I got 8 hours of sleep (just before noon) I popped two Excedrin. I then had a strong cup of coffee and began my resuscitation. I flossed, very carefully brushed my teeth, 'listerined extra long, took an oatmeal bath.... where I saturated my face in oatmeal, had a nice cold glass of water while relaxing in this bath.... listening to "how to love" (by lil wayne) on loop (very chill song), then finished with a cold shower, grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it around my face to tighten my pores and refresh me, then cooked breakfast ( aka 'nuked some oatmeal with berries and drank three egg whites).
All this I did to reboot. It seems like such an extensive process... curing my hangover. I guess it is. Some people might grab some greasy food and call it a day but I secretly love this whole process. Probably because I love resurrection. The idea that you can put yourself through hell and heal. And it's a small miracle. And life is this small miracle... or a big miracle...
I guess what I'm trying to say in being so open about my ritual is: Embrace the small miracles.
I don't really mind this.
I woke up just about every hour to pee and drink and glass of water. My head was pounding all morning. I was grateful that my room was freezing... thank you a.c. When I finally decided I got 8 hours of sleep (just before noon) I popped two Excedrin. I then had a strong cup of coffee and began my resuscitation. I flossed, very carefully brushed my teeth, 'listerined extra long, took an oatmeal bath.... where I saturated my face in oatmeal, had a nice cold glass of water while relaxing in this bath.... listening to "how to love" (by lil wayne) on loop (very chill song), then finished with a cold shower, grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it around my face to tighten my pores and refresh me, then cooked breakfast ( aka 'nuked some oatmeal with berries and drank three egg whites).
All this I did to reboot. It seems like such an extensive process... curing my hangover. I guess it is. Some people might grab some greasy food and call it a day but I secretly love this whole process. Probably because I love resurrection. The idea that you can put yourself through hell and heal. And it's a small miracle. And life is this small miracle... or a big miracle...
I guess what I'm trying to say in being so open about my ritual is: Embrace the small miracles.
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