I heard someone say that getting drunk is like choosing to make yourself seriously ill for 36 hours.
I don’t consider myself a heavy drinker, but I liked getting a bit tipsy or even drunk on a Friday night with regularity. On a good or bad week, having a few drinks on Friday evening seemed to take the edge off.
So, last Friday, I had three or four glasses of white wine and two or three glasses o champagne. Just the right combination to have that “whoo hooo” feeling. The only difference was that this time I was determined to watch closely how I was feeling the following days.
The results were not good.
On Saturday, I had a family event. I was hungover. It was hot outside, and I could not drink enough water. A cold Coca-Cola and some junk food did not help much. I did not socialize how I would have liked to, and my dark Ray Ban’s did not come off my eyes. Not a good day.
Sunday morning came. Shaved, got into a cold shower, prepared my daughter, and went to church. I was a bit edgy and got angry while brushing her hair. I was still sweating like a pig. Felt guilty about getting angry. Not the best church experience. Came back home and had to sleep for a couple of hours. Yeah, not the Sunday I was hoping for.
Monday came, and I was still digesting the guilt from getting angry with my daughter’s hair. Monday, after lunch, I started feeling like myself again.
Felt great on Friday for a few hours, but the price I had to pay for those few hours was too high.
I’m not saying I’m never going to drink again, but I am saying that if I do drink, I will ensure my schedule is open for the next two days. Just to make sure that if I decide to make myself voluntarily “sick” for 60 hours, I don’t upset anyone else.
With love, yours truly, Cristian.