Strange realization... I miss hangovers.
I used to mow at high noon the Saturday after a rip roaring drunk Friday night. I deserved to mow at the hottest time of the day!! I don't know wtf..I think maybe it was to prove to myself that I could drink and still keep up with other responsibility...BUT NO I don't miss it. I was a stark raving nutbird by the end ..I am not sure what happened but whatever it was it was not what I knew as hangovers. It was anxiety ..shaking ...full fledge straight jacket nuts. I no longer suffer ..Morning is my favorite time of day! I love getting up with the birds.
You know..looking back now..I wonder if that wasn't the beginning of DTs. It truly was horrible.
You know..looking back now..I wonder if that wasn't the beginning of DTs. It truly was horrible.
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I don't miss hangovers. I always treated hangovers like nature's punishment for my own lack of good judgement. Every weekday I would drag my ass up at 5:30am, even if I had finished a bottle of vodka the night before, and make myself go to work. I would never let myself call in, because that is avoiding the punishment. Eyes barely open, dry heaving, head pounding, hands shaking, complete utter nausea, etc. I would just drag myself to work. Of course the work day wasn't very productive. I do not miss those days!
Wow, thanks for all the replies! I think a few people might have understood what I was getting at. It's interesting that we took this in a few different directions. Mine were as bad every day as what many of you described, and I guess I don't really "miss" them at all. But they did something for me, served some purpose, and I have yet to figure out what that purpose was.
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